If I Could Create a Tree Today
(How Old Will it Be Tomorrow?)
I had a chance the other day to hear once again
The age of this old mighty earth proclaimed by learned men
Six billion, four hundred million years stated as a fact
Made me wonder why they sound so sure - the humility they lack
They said we count the rings of trees and layers of river stone
The depth of mountain canyons, the height of cinder cone.
Then I mused, what does this prove? Does Creation not belong?
Has science proved beyond a doubt the Bible must be wrong?
But, what if for, just one prayer, I had Gods power to create
A simple tree with branches wide and height of sixty-eight
And, next day, a scientist, on a quest its age to know
Cut down the tree to count the rings - just what would that show?
Would he declare the tree is one day old - as I, its creator, - knew
Or count the rings and state beyond a doubt - the tree is fifty-two.
And what if, to carry on this thought, when God Creation designed
Had created a sky looking just one day old, would we ever call it sublime?