Tree of Life, I cling to you like a vine,
wrapped up in you and lifted up by you
toward the Sweet Sun that nourishes me.
Spring Silverbell, I study your beauty
to learn its resistance to plague and plight,
to ring with joy in shadowed undergrowth.
Hidden Root, I burrow to find you
like a mole digging deep for its shelter,
hiding close to the Source of all strength.
Living Shade, I rest while you dance
with the light (a dappled interplay), and
my fear fades in the lull of quiet delight.
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