THE MISTY VALE

A tree once grew

Sheltered in this misty vale.

Standing beautiful

A treat for all.

As each season rolled gently by

Its limbs spread strong and oh so tall.

As the misty light shone down

On to its magnificence, tall and wide.

The tree basked in the gentle light.

But after many centuries, sadly! the tree quietly  died.

Now the misty vale, terribly feels its loss !

But wait ! the tree still blooms ! so serene ! and beautifully bright.

Its beauty is even more magnificent and greater now !

Because it`s being nurtured in heaven

By all of our Lords such tender might.