What wondrous ways to show His power,
sure signs of His grace and glory.
Each piece with its own story,
grows steadily under golden shower.
Towers of green rise with haste,
covering the ground with fluttering shadow,
like butterflies drifting and breathing shallow.
Each fallen needle together...laced.
Wondrous giants ever quiet and watchful
ascend past cloud more through the ages,
Like a child staring at a books thousand pages,
at the road to awe ahead, intent, thoughtful.
Sitting and waiting to feel God's hands again
Joyously standing through thunderous rain.
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