TREE IN THE WIND

TREE IN THE WIND

Against a swept, blue sky a flooded gum

Holds leafy branches to the morning wind,

And whispers, rustling in the breeze-fresh run,

The minute music that air's whirling spins.

There bright, alive in light, its many leaves

All shimmer in sun's white and winter blaze;

And billow, as the breath of heaven breathes,

In changing swirls of gleaming, leafy glaze.

How well it would be growing as a tree,

In time's unfolding from firm being's seed,

To stand in yielding power, firm but free,

Yet grounded in the good and knowing deed-

A tree of life that time's calm living weaves,

With strong and branching years and days as leaves.