Like a Tree

I stand firm above the mountain tops
My hands and feet reaching towards the sun.
I grow and expand as the seasons change
Having visitors who rest upon me comforting me with their sweet melody.


Then in the change of the wind they leave never returning
As I try to adjust to the light heavy feeling of being alone.
I try to stand firm above the the mountain tops with my hands and feet reaching towards the sun trying to understand what when wrong.


But in the mist of my turmoil a wild storm is seen in the horizon
Growing, expanding, threatening my existence.
As it draws near I stand firm with my hands and feet reaching towards the sun
But he is no longer there.
A grey wall of clouds blocks me from His presence and warmth.


My hands and feet begin to sway, bend and twist.
All that I held on to begins to fall rapidly disappearing from my sight.
I'm bending backwards looking towards the sun
I'm beginning to break, I have been stripped naked, raw, bare.


The winds begin to cease and the wall begins to break.
His warmth touches my raw, dried, stripped trunk.
I begin to stand firm in awe of what I've survived.
My hands begin to bloom, peace and joy enter my roots.


Once again I stand firm above the mountain tops
With my hands and feet reaching towards the sun deeply rooted in his grace.