Not Here For Me Poem by Randy McClave

I watch the tree as it grows
With its roots buried deep,
It is there to helps the creek flows
And from erosion it helps keep.
It's branches are used to hold a nest
And then give out a needed shade,
To creatures they give comfort and rest
Unto no-one do they ever forbade.
Many trees they produces their fruit
For the hungry traveler and/or explorer,
Truly deep is their root
They help feed the needy and the poor.
I look at the tree standing over there
As I take solace from that tree,
It was created to help and give care
I then realized, I am not just here for me.

Randy L. McClave