Three trees(Poem)

High above a hill in Israel

Stood three trees elegant and graceful

Stood they three happy and gay

With expectations, ambitions and desires

"Would I be a cradle

That rocks the kingly and priestly"

Says one, swaying and hustling in gentle breeze

With hopes sailing high in the air

"Would I be a big ship

That takes things of value to others"

Says the other, with hopes as high

As the tallest mountain in Israel 

"Would I be a tall tree, that grows and grows

And take people to heaven

A link from earth to heaven I'll be"

The third tree had hopes as high as it's dream

Days passed and years went

Looking forward and hoping 'bout their dream

With desires in their heart, dreams in their mind 

And hopes on the air, they went along

One bright morning came a man

Near the first tree did he come

Begin did he to cut the tree

The joy the tree had, be put in no words

The man a farmer was he

Cut he the tree to make a manger

The tree it's hopes did flee

Bereft of hope, blaming his fate

One winter night, shivering and cold

Came a man with his pregnant wife

They did not have a place to stay

Spent the night, they in the manger

At night the woman gave birth

To a baby, lovely but with extraordinary glory

Came to see him, shepherd and kings

Did the tree realise, its creator was he.

'Nother bright morn, did a man come

And cut the second tree he did

Use did he to make a boat

Called he was, Simon Peter

Sad was the tree, it's hopes flew

Into thin air, did it's desires fly

Hopes are a mere myth

Said the tree unto itself

One day a man of glory and respect

Others called him, Jesus of Nazareth

Asked Simon to make his boat ready

For him to talk to the crowd

What pleasing talk had He

What voice of wisdom

What healing touch

Thought the tree - he wasn't ordinary

Still years went by

The third tree was all alone

It's hopes and dreams itself

So huge as it's desire itself.

One day came, three or four men

Came by the startled tree, they started to cut

Sad was the tree, lost all hope

I dreamt of growing upto heaven!

Made they the tree to a cross

Ask they did, a man to carry

His face had an unscathed glory

Tired was he, yet had a difference

The time was still noon

The man still calling his father

The tree wondered, why is he doing so

When everything is going to be over now

Suddenly something unexpected happened

The sun went dark and everyone fled

Crying, weeping, frightened were they

The man said "It is finished" and died

There comes a saviour

To die and save you from your sins

The tree remembered a prophet who once told

While sitting at its root, he said

If that be so, could he be the man

Could he be the one who created me

Could his death mean something much more?

If so through his death, I have become a channel to heaven