July 19, 2009

A chestnut tree was standing proud,
Surveying... far as he could see.
And thinking all the other trees
Were not as grand as he.

He had more nuts than all the rest.
And many came to pick..
He truly was the best of trees,
His crop was always thick..

One day a blight came to the land.
A fungus dread disease.
The chestnut watched as trees were killed.
As far as he could see.

Soon he was bitter to the roots
because he stood alone.
None to compare his grandeur with;
He had no earthly throne.

As time went by, more bitter he.
And feeling death inside,
He could not hide the sickness there
Nor bitter fungus hide.

A root of bitterness we find
Contaminates us all.
And let us not forget God’s “WORD”
Pride goes before a fall.

By: Sheila Weaver
AKA: Peacefullyabiding