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
Onto its magnificence tall and wide.
The tree basked in the gentle light.
But after many centuries, the tree quietly
died.
Now the misty vale terribly feels its loss.
But wait! the tree still blooms serene and
bright
Its beauty is even greater now!
Nurtured in heaven, by God’s tender
might.


Georgina Richardson, Spennymoor