from the Hart 6-93
A familyís like a tree If given time to grow...
It puts itís roots into the earth And thrives on rain and snow.
It loses branches now and then Itsí leaves, they come and go
But nothing is ever lost because The tree will always grow.
A tree is always flexible When winds cause it to bend,
But it never moves from itsí foundation... It is stronger than the wind.
A tree is always giving Of itself to those around
The nests are built, the children climb And play on sheltered ground.
The shelter it provides Is there for us to use;
It does not force itself on us, It is something one can choose.
Throughout the changing seasons And the coming of the years,
It holds our thoughts and dreams and joys Our sorrows and our fears.
We see the tree in winter A silhouette against the sky
So many different branches We often wonder why...
It can hold itself together Without being torn apart
It is because the roots are strong And centered at the Heart.