I started to read a story of how God lives in this lady's Catalpa Tree.
Before I got through the first paragraph it was a bit too much for me.
Perhaps you will not understand what I am about to say.
But I have known from the very first day
That God resides in my grapefruit tree.

The proof of what I say you can really see.
For wondrous happenings emerge
And God's graces He does splurge.
I have always had a brown thumb
And my flowers often succumb.

For I would place them under it's branches to heal
It became my hospital tree and certainly ideal
It absolutely is not a mystery
How the tree portrays the family history
The last thirty years or so the tree has grown
From a tiny spindling to heights unknown.

That tree has been pruned, climbed, stripped with love
By humans below and birds from above
It has provided us with delicious fruit, branches for nests
Shade for the little animals and protection for pests.
Even when our faithful dog died
The gravesite the tree did provide.

Whenever, the children visit from far away,
They stop under the tree just to say,
A simple thank you to God above
For watching over the pet they love.

Carol (Cali) G Oliver
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