To sit beneath its glorious branches
To breath in the freshness and purity
Feel stillness, know I am one in ashes
And know time stands still here in obscurity
To lift my face and smile at God divine
Thank Him for this gift of shade and delight
Take in the sights the smell of pine and vine
Let go of the world and its heavy plight
Ease into this place, nature’s cathedral
Where the divine whispers within branches
A heavenly choir rises up angels
And a breeze plays at the leaves of birches.
These trees raise bows up in praise and glory
Embrace their power in a single tree.
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