16/03/2026
The Magic Tree
There stands a tree from long ago,
Where softer winds of childhood blow.
Its branches bloom in hearts of green,
The kindest leaves you’ve ever seen.
Each leaf a memory, warm and bright,
A lantern in the growing night.
They shimmer softly, gold and blue,
With every dream we once knew.
Beneath its arms a child once stood,
Believing every star was good.
With pockets full of simple things…
Small hopes, wild thoughts, and feathered wings.
Its roots run deep through time and space,
Whispered loves that etch our face.
They twist through soil both dark and deep,
Holding our secrets and promises to keep.
When life grows loud and shadows climb,
And worry steals the breath of time,
We walk once more that hidden way
To the place where the Magic Trees still sway.
It knows the heart that finds it true,
It remembers me, it remembers you.
It bends its branches low and wide
And gathers us back to its side.
“Be gentle,” rustle leaf and limb,
“Let kindness be your guiding hymn.
The world is heavy, this is true…
So carry love in all you do.”
Its roots remind us where we start,
Deep in the soil of the hopeful heart.
Where innocence is not naïve….
But the bravest gift we have is to believe.
So when the storms of living grow
And restless winds begin to blow,
Return to where your spirit sings…
The tree that grows from loving things.
For every act of grace you sow
Is one more leaf that starts to grow.
And slowly, softly, you will see…
The Magic Tree grows wherever love may be.
Words by Paula Lamb March 2026
Art by Mary Yoxall Art
