I Am The Tree

There was a time not many years ago

When every leaf had fallen from my tree

Of life and only barrenness remained,

The roots of my existence were exposed,

And sorrow was the bitter fruit I bore.

For one had left who was my comrade soul.

Such beauty dwelt in her that all the earth

Could not recall a time when spirit bloomed

More beautiful than heaven with its flowers.

Yet One, divine and powerful to mould

My willing yet my most resistant clay

Fashioned anew the branches of my being,

My soil to bear Her bounty of delight.

She gave me strength alone to stand and grow

When those whom most I loved were meeting death.

Now is the season of my greening birth,

For Her I grow, for Her my verdant leaves

Spring forth to greet the world and kiss the skies.