I was finessly planted in the spring. Rain graciously pours on my head, and I drink it in nourishment throughout my inside sketches. My arms spread out to exalt God with joy! My branches spring forth a great deal of white flowers all over me. They bloom with eagerness towards the sun and put on a show, dazzling the eye. It desires to uplift you in the spirit. I dance to the sounds of the wind. My roots are enchanted and strong and cannot be moved.
Over me, soars a hawk, looking for prey. He sees it from a distance, a distance we wish to see from. He got his fill gliding down, then stopped to rest on me. Under me, a little gray squirrel with a fluffy tail plays all over me. I protect him with my branches so no one can see him. I support his family with my trunk, giving him a sense of comfort and stability.
We are made for each other: living, loving and supporting our family of life.
