A Twig In The Wood

Once thought a wee little twig,

"I am nothing compared to a branch."

Once thought a sturdy ol' branch,

"I am nothing compared to a tree."

Once thought a tall, mighty tree,

"I am nothing compared to the wood."

Then a young man with his dear lovely lady

Came stroling near by hand in hand.

He picked a lacy bloom off the twig

Off the branch off the tree in the wood,

Then he got on his knee facing his ladysaid

"Marry me please!

I am nothing compared to this tree

Tall, noble, and strong.

But, you my darling, are more beautiful

Than the blossoms that bloom from this twig

On the branch from this tree in the wood.

Like this tree that stands more glorious

And beautiful than all other trees in the wood,

You, my darling, stand the fairest among maidens,

And my love for you is like this old tree,

Unwaivering through many a wind."

He stood to his feet and adorned her brown tresses

With the lacy blossom.

Out of her lips came a soft spoken answer

Accompanied by tears glittering her rosy cheeks.

The man in his strength lifted her high

And swug her around in a color swept sky.

Then as if she was porcline

He put her feet back to the ground

And on her lips placed a passionate kiss.

They dallied back from where they came

Hand in hand and full of life.

Then thought the twig, the branch, the tree,

"What a glorious happening took place in our shade.

But we are nothing compared

To this man's love for his lady."