Did you cry when you bumped your knee,
Or when mother was stung by a bee?

Did you sigh when you hurt a friend,
Or felt your guilt would never end?

Did you holler when you were upset,
Or thought your heartbroken eyes were wet?

How did you feel when you were sad?
Next time turn to God; be glad.

I may fall,
But am I weak?

I may be mute,
But can I speak?

I may be deaf,
But can I hear?

I may be old,
But when's my death year?

I may be weak,
But am I strong?

God was with me all along.

Hope

Hope is a sparrow on the deck ledge,
Praying her chicks will fly off the edge.

Hope is an old cat in an animal rescue,
Longing for a compassionate person like you.

Hope is a child wishing for some friends,
Once the game of freeze tag ends.

Hope is a poor man on the street
With a desire to hear a song so upbeat.

Hope is what most people want and gain,
Even through trial and storm and rain.

Hope.

I know that when I hear the sound
Of falling wood that hits the ground
I think of a tree so innocent
An axe in it making a dent

I wish I could help, but no
They're chopped in sunshine, rain, or snow
The mean old men would stop and quarrel
Never thinking of the bird or squirrel

Down fall the trees
And all the bees
Are mad at men
For smashing their den

I know that when I hear the sound
Of falling wood that hits the ground
I'll know that not just the trees
End up falling to their knees

Protect Trees!

-Hailey A.