He was cut in the middle
He was wounded from the side
He was pierced in the heart
And left in the heat to die
His enemies celebrated victory
Parading on his behalf
The tree was cut and bleeding
It would bother them no more
But they underestimated his presence
Measuring victory by what they could see
For his roots were deep and founded
And He found water where they could see none
And that Tree is forever my hero
For he grew to be wide and lush
Emerging from brittle lowliness
To stretch out for the rest of us
Yes, that tree is forever my hero,
He who suffered in the sun
He brought comfort to the weary
And allow us all to be one
this is lovely. you have a soul as deep as the roots of this tree. :)
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