The Old Birch Tree

There is an old birch tree,
that, when I look out my window,
I can clearly see,
it has many small trees,
gathered all around,
where many song birds,
can be found.
Chickadees sing their song,
and the Robins sing,
cheer up, cheer up to me.
Off to my right,
fifty feet or so,
high in a Pine ,
sits a black crow;
just over the knoll,
looking out the road,
leading to out back,
is a new trail,
of fresh deer tracks.
God has given,
to us many blessings,
ears to hear,
eyes to see,
hands to touch,
and mouths to speak,
speak thanks and praise!