Tree at my backyard, backyard tree,
My faith strengthens when night comes to me;
I start to meditate about your
leaves, branches, roots, when I see
Aged leaves scattered on the ground
First they were green, now they’re brown;
Like the ephemeral joys of friends
Once here, now they’re gone.
You stand at my yard all day
Your tired arms begin to fall;
birds climb and sing, but not for long
– just like people they come & go
What many do not see
Are your most profound roots;
Only in silence I look hearing you whisper
Hold-on, never let life go.
My tree, you have been beaten and tossed,
And if you have seen me when I wept,
You have seen me when I was deeply stressed
And all but my faith seem lost.
You and I standing tall faring the weather,
Me, I\'ll tread securely
through hills and valleys
barefooted and faith-filled, stronger.