Let my limbs stretch tall

And my canopy spread

Creating shadows of nature’s lacework

For all eyes to see


Let my roots run deep

Surviving droughts and gales

Reaching beyond the visible

To find what I need


Let me stand strong

Bowing before force

To remain steadfast

Through the storm


Let me have grace

In my ordinariness

In the miracle

Of each lead and branch


Let my limbs stretch tall

A heavenly reach

Of this world and otherworldly

In the same being ~ Caroline A. Slee


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