I am a tree
sprouting forth and reaching out
for the glorious sunny sky
strengthening my stance
drawing forth life
from the warm womb of the ground
bearing forth what fruit
i may offer to all
giving my shade
to those who may want to rest awhile
Not all men may notice me
when they pass by
not all may taste the fruit
that i have whole-heartedly offered
nor avail of the shade
of my embrace
and yet i stand
and yet i stand
for a tree remains to be a tree
though no one comes to rest in thee
its arms remain wide open
its fruit renewed always in their season
its gaze always before the sky
smiling
knowing
standing firm
where God has appointed thee