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Trees vs Men by Glena M. Waterhouse


A tree,

     Swaying in the wind

          Whispers of peace,

               of love,

                    of tranquility.

Trees come in different sizes,

     Different shapes,

          Different species.

Yet, they only know one thing,

               They are Trees.

But men,

     They talk of hate,

          Of greed,

               Of power.

They are all different, 

     Yes, the same.

Each one considers himself

     Better than the other.

You might see an Elm tree growing by a Maple,

There are no conflicts.

Maybe because trees can't talk

     But I am sure if they could,

          It would make no difference.

All that matters is they're alive.

It doesn't matter who's growing next to each other.

I think it's about time we took a lesson from the trees!

Don't you???

 

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Glena Waterhouse

I was raised as an "Army Brat," having lived all over the world and the USA. Although I quit high school twice, my dream was always to teach. I received my high school diploma in 1980 and began my journey to Masters Degree in Education in 1993. I graduated Cuma Sum Laude from Hussion College in 1997 and received my MBA and MBE in 2000 from the University of Southern New Hampshire. I taught college for fifteen years and now teach at a private Christian school in Buxton, ME.

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