Love Of Redbuds
All heaven knows its flower
A first one to appear
On fire for long hours
Beautiful and dear
Apparent in the wood
It is the first of spring
With the dogwood too
Beautiful and flowering
With its beautiful leaves
It lets the others know
Its love of life a scene
Where all the time does glow
Like a beacon in the night
It smiles beneath the oaks
It\'s essence there of light
With a spirit as it goes
Some call it the Judas tree
With his great betrayal
I see it as good
and lighted without fail