Not Here For Me

I watch the tree as it grows With its roots buried deep, It is there to helps the creek flows And from erosion it helps keep. It's branches are used to hold a nest And then give out a needed shade, To creatures they give comfort and rest Unto no-one do they ever forbade. Many trees they produces their fruit For the hungry traveler and/or explorer, Truly deep is their root They help feed the needy and the poor. I look at the tree standing over there As I take solace from that tree, It was created to help and give care I then realized, I am not just here for me. Randy L. McClave