by Holli Gibbs
Hollow tree, but
O was the bark blameless!
Laid out evenly,
Lined up perfectly,
In an unbelievable smoothness.
But the leaves didn’t grow and
Every time the wind would start,
The tree would shiver, knowing
How barren its heart. Only
God could fill the shrub, making
Its true fruits come to be:
Blooming leaves and
Budding berries on a
Satiated tree.