Veins of green and white
strung from stem to end of leaf
run thick with the quick of life,
that moves so light and sweet
much like my fingers touch upon the emerald summer signs
dangling by thousands from every waiting tree;
small enough to be held in the hand
and large enough to sustain a forest’s king
And you, my Lord, hold all life between,
from space’s span to ocean’s trench,
within your mighty hands
and fingers that guide each shaking leaf
as they lift to drink the summer sun.
So I shall, like those emerald creations,
lift my eyes to the great Creator
and trust Him for all I need
for surely the Lord is steadfast in love
good, and the only one who saves.
Author notes
What a wonder it is!
-Thefallout
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