If their wisdom We heed, they fuss Not, like us, trees grow tall, the way the Creator intended.
Trees have personality, Listen to what they Say about yesteryear, And times since Passed.
Trees are so incomprehensible, Their leaves, branches, and roots, which are nourished and ultimately they shoot high in the sky for all to see. The glory if He Creates in me, the Grace, strength, And effulgence of Trees. Born in the Western Hemisphere, amidst Poverty, year after Year, is a Queen, but, She is without a Queenly Court, she is fallen, Fallen into shame and Forgetfulness. In you, your strength Once strong, your spirits Bright, to the hearts Of Poets, you brought Delight. You who are Best, befooled lovingness, With an arrow in your Pinion, lost dominion, And fell from flight.