THE TRA LA LA TREE
Have you ever heard the story of the Tra La La Tree,
And the love of one girl that set Its song free?
The Tra La La Tree is quite different, I suppose,
For the Songs of the Seasons Its heart does compose.
In Spring, It sings songs of birds, flowers, and rains,
Bringing miracles to music: stanzas and refrains.
It welcomes new life held within branches blooming,
Inside cup-shaped nests are eggs unassuming.
When warm weather of Summer encourages laughter,
It inspires play in children - a melody sought after.
The Tree now has leaves in many shades of green:
Chartreuse, teal, emerald and aquamarine.
Crisp days of Autumn bring chromatic falling leaves,
And harmony that supports many enchanted motifs.
A pair of bushy-tailed squirrels: nut-stuffed and gray,
Prepare for weeks ahead, by building their warm drey.
When Winter winds blow through days dark and long.
The Tra La La Tree sings a glistening song.
Each tiny snowflake falling in sweet silent delight,
Covering the tree in a blanket: fluffy and white.
Oh Seasons they did pass, fifty years maybe less,
Many people walked on by, ignoring you might guess.
But one ordinary day a small child came quite near,
Her desire was a hiding spot, a place to disappear.
The little girl had many troubles with finding a friend,
But the Tra La La Tree was one; she could pretend.
The children continued their taunting and teasing,
Their words and their actions were not at all pleasing.
During recess while others were busy with games,
The girl learned to ignore the mean-spirited names.
She soon found her comfort in the Tree’s little nook,
And spent her time dreaming or reading a book.
The Tree taught her Nature and the Songs of the Earth,
Which can fill hearts with meaning and genuine worth.
As the friendship continued, the girl realized,
The whole world should learn we must live harmonized.
Her wishes were not selfish, for the little girl knew:
We must love one another, our enemies too.
So the end of each day in the little girl’s prayers,
Were expressions of hopes and genuine cares.
What do you think her wish could have been?
That the Songs of the world can be found from within.
Then one day it happened, as wishes sometimes do,
The little girl was sitting at her home with the flu.
She was calling for her special doll forgot by the tree,
Pleading with her mom, “Could you get it for me?”
Her mother agreed to her daughter’s sweet prayer,
And looked for the doll with braided, black hair.
As her Mother came upon the split path in the woods,
Her only focus was finding her little girl’s goods.
But she heard it: a Melody, a quite comforting tune,
And she knew she would find her daughter’s doll soon.
It was then that she noticed a crowd gathered around,
In the middle: a Tree singing a most beautiful sound.
At that moment, Its melodies no longer concealed,
The beauty of life: a child’s innocence revealed.
For the Songs of the Seasons: now shared with Mankind,
As our Creator intended: one voice, intertwined.
So if you want to hear the songs of the Tra La La Tree,
Close your eyes, gently listen, and simply believe.
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