S: A Story from Little Pine
FC: A Story from Little Pine | Written by: Loretta Morris | Illustrated by: Shae' Fisher
1: A Story from LITTLE PINE IN ABSOLUTE SPLENDER. INDEED MAJESTIC! A story written by a great grandmother to her great granddaughter. Written by Loretta Morris as Little Pine (great grandmother) Illustrated by Shae' Fisher (great granddaughter)
2: "Look! Look, Mommy, see all the colors! See the red, Mommy? Can you see the pretty red--do you see the yellow?" "Yes, Little One, you are yet so young but you are learning quickly. What is that one?" "That's, that's--. I can't remember, What is it, Mommy?"
3: "Orange. They call it orange. Sometimes I think of it as golden." "I know brown. I like brown but not as much as orange...uh, golden. I like to look up, Mommy, and - Look, Mommy, look way up there. The colors go so high I have to bend way back to see the top--Look, Mommy, there is blue. It is so--what is it, Mommy?"
4: "Beautiful." "Beau ti ful. You are beau ti ful, too! Why am I not so beau ti ful?" "You are, my Little One, for one so young. Soon you will be VERY beautiful." "But I am not tall. I want to grow tall and have yellow and red and brown - Mommy, they are waving and dancing!"
5: "It is our nature to sing for joy before the Lord. You, too, must learn to sing for joy.*" "How do you know this Mommy?" "You learn to listen, Little One. We listen to His mysteries that travel through the waves of the wind." "I promise, Mommy, I will wave and sing! Are you sure, Mommy? I am so small. Are you sure, Mommy, I will hear the mysteries of the wind?" "In time, my little one. These are much older. Hundreds and hundreds and hundreds of the beautiful ones so very splendid in their cloaks of color...
6: Where do they live, Mommy?" "Like us, they live in Georgia and many, many grow up in Tennessee and Kentucky, in Alabama and Virginia. Some live on the mountainsides--some on the hilltops, some in the valleys. We live along the roadside. Others live in country fields and along the riverbanks. Some thrive in small towns; some survive in large cities." "What are their names, Mommy?" "Elm and oak and maple ... dogwood and river birch. Hickory and sourwood and beech. Poplar ... maybe ginkgo. If you see ginkgo, they will wave their little yellow fans."
7: "Of course, Little One, wave from your heart. Over, there ... across the highway, our neighbors are waving toward you." | "Look, Mommy, they are waving and dancing again. Could I wave back?"
8: "They are like us?" "Yes, they remain gr---" "Let me say it, Mommy, they are green. What's their name?" | "They are the Cedars." "What is my name, Mommy?" "Little Pine." "And I will become beautiful with red and yellow and brown and golden orange?"
9: "God chose to create us to remain ever green." "Little Pine. I think I like being little pine - Am I special, Mommy, because I remain ever green?" "Look, Little Pine, look to the hills beyond. Praise the magnificent creation - each separate, each unique - all majestic - truly a gift from our Creator who uses us to teach His Word."
10: "Trees of the field, clap your hands. Pines shall come up where thorns once grew. Myrtles win over the brier...and we will be a memorial to the Lord, for an everlasting sign which will not be cut off."**
11: "We are all God's creation in Nature, Little One, and we will be an ongoing testimony to the Lord's redemption of His people. Oh, yes, Little Pine, we all are absolute splendor. We are indeed majestic!"
12: *I Chronicles 16:33 **Isaiah 55:12 | Dedicated to my mother, Mary Spencer, who so admired and appreciated the trees.
13: (Listening to the loving manner of conversations between almost 3-year-old Shae` and her mother have enabled me to write as Little Pine.)
14: Arriving in Monteagle, Tennessee on our way to Ball Ground, Georgia my eyes open to a world of magnificent fall foliage such as I have never seen. It just did not cease--the more miles we cover the more beauty we encounter. Mountainside and valleys as far as vision can grasp are clothed in burgundy, red, gold, orange, yellow, rust and shades of green. Passing through small towns, they, too are touched in glorious color--everywhere--just everywhere--surely no one dares to deny that we are truly blessed by God's beautiful creation of Autumn 2006 in all its glory. November 2, 2006
16: Shae's illustrations in full color.
20: Thank you-- --my dear friend, Little Pine. Thank you for sharing yourself, your wisdom, talents and gift of words with us. --Merilyn and Lesley for helping me make this idea a reality. --Shae' for the great coloring pages for the illustrations. You did a super job and this would not have been possible without you! --Rob for scanning and loading Shae's artwork. --Our Creator-of-all!! Merry Christmas Loretta! I love you with all my heart. WANDA DAVENPORT December 2010