In the shade of Grandpa's house
There stood a Rowan Tree
Where my Brother tried to climb
With Rosalyn and me
Its splendid trunk and green filled leaves
Testified God´s Love
And on the top, the highest branch
There sat a snow white dove
Every day my Grandpa came
Admired the towering boughs
While we as children playing there
Saw darkened twigs and crows
Branches hung just o´er his head
With towering darkened power
Yet we as children plain could see
They were withering every hour
And as God called him close to death
and only gloom he saw
we kids still played around the tree
admiring it with awe.
Its leaves held back the sunshine light
Its branches stern with years
Sitting with his chair and pipe
It calmed away his fears
Yet we as children playing in sight
Saw only twigs and leaves
Revealing more of sky to us
Than he could ever see
We pointed up at shafts of light
Throughout the darkened power
But he preferred the shaded glade
To pass the wakened hour
We saw sun and endless days
Upon his chair he sat
Despite the passing years it stood
The tree was sound at heart
From that tree, we children learnt
that shadows mark our way
and how we must, as we´ve been taught
always watch and pray