VIP Ministry Network

I hear a song that a tree sings

this summer again

the apple tree in my backyard has its music notes on every branch

the peach tree next to it has many rest symbols this year

I can see their fruits of the past and the future years

some are eaten and some are kept

by mother nature and their children

They keep coming back like a round song

I am one note, maybe a quarter note

in the symphony of my backyard

who would remember the whole music

when mother nature plays only a part of it for some of us

I love to be a part of it

when someone plays my note

I would not even notice it unless you tell me it is me

I am good only in the whole music

With my humble prayer

I want to hear the first move

and the second, maybe third

It would be someone else who can hear the finale of it