The Crooked Tree Poem

Oh Lord Almighty!! as I stand here crippled
I complain to thee!! for making me crooked
I look around, everything’s so nice
You have filled me with only vice!!
All trees flowers birds and bees
Oh I envy all of these
So pretty perfect they are, but look at me;
This imperfect crippled crooked ugly tree
Every kid loves to play but none with me
Lord I am no one’s friend,no one wants me!
Tears from my emptiness no one to wipe
I bear no flowers or fruit raw or ripe
I hate to look around me,
With saddened eyes I challenge thee!!
Show me God that you care for me
And I will bow down forever to thee!!
The woodcutter enters the forest
Every tree anxious even me
He says aloud,”I will cut down all these beautiful trees,except this ugly one”
He felled trees one by one
I watched with amazement as he left none
To me what was perfect and beautiful was no longer there
My crooked appearance saved me and I thank God for the way I am..

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