Our Tree

Our Tree So this is our tree, our woodland tree, A fond remembrance to you and me Of the happy days we lingered here Among the scenes we love so dear! As it stands up here in the mountain grove, Offering its shade to all who rove, Symbolic of ours, it seems to me, Is the life of this our Aspen tree. Yes, here it stands when the winter's blast Is fierce and cold and the snow falls fast, Or the summer sun shines warm and free O'er this leafy dell and our Aspen tree. So, carefully note this woodland tree! Ah, isn't it much like you and me; A few dead branches here and there, But alive at the top and growing fair? Then may the future for you and me Resemble the life of our Aspen tree; May we bravely meet the toil and strife That come with the changing scenes of life. Then a few dead branches, like our tree, Will matter little to you and me, If we meet with a smile our daily care. Keep alive at the top, and growing there. Provo, Utah Samuel Biddulph