Thank you for trees:
Roots sifting their fingers
Through Your earth,
Holding steady to linger
To feed the heartwood-
The beauty of intricate bark
Weaving organic apparel
Coarse, austere, stark,
And also fragile,
Tactile and alive
Thank you for the limbs
That reach for the sky
As though in worship
For all You’ve made
Leaves bursting forth
In silent serenade
Always upwards and outwards
In fitting praise.
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