If I could collect anything it would be trees.
I love how they stand tall yet sway in the breeze.
I watch as they change and prepare for a season.
I watch as they change and prepare for a season.
They provide shelter and hide dear for a reason.
They ask me for nothing, they give me so much.
They hide me from sun and allow me to touch.
They hide me from sun and allow me to touch.
I remember the days when I use to climb them.
I'd sit on a branch and dwell on my problems.
It was hard to get down after what I was smoking.
But then I found God whose words were provoking.
He told me he loved me; I thought it a joke.
I just knew that fathers tortured and spoke.
But he wasn't like that he was strong as a tree.
He gave me free will so I could chose to be me.
And because of his love I wanted to please him.
Behave with a purpose and not foolish whim.
So God is to me as birds are to trees,
a place to find safety with faith to be free.
He provides what I need and holds out his branches
of love and forgiveness and life ever after.
He provides what I need and holds out his branches
of love and forgiveness and life ever after.
And one day my leaf will fall to the ground
but I have been saved and will live with the crowned.
I hope there are trees with God up in heaven
and he'll give me the job of helping take care of them.
Photos and Writing by Samarazone. Taken at Shrine of the Pines in Baldwin, Michigan
