To start, apart from branches wide,
I'd fallen from heights unknown to me.
Striking hard the stone below,
barren earth from edge to edge,
no chance for me was all to see.
By water and sky I am taken
from once a seed among my kind.
Replaced within a company of many,
a harbor of Cedars and deep soil,
a new home in shade I would find.
Through season and soil, rain and light,
from seed among stone I had struggled.
I have grown strong to bear by forces unseen,
but it is the Cedar and soil that I hope in,
with my brothers in shade we now huddled.
Time has passed and we are found,
breaking through the ranks up high.
Time it is to take our place,
with those who have been our help,
standing one in a million now breathing a sigh.
With a pride and resolve we had planted deep,
reaching for heights to make our purpose.
In water and soil we had placed our hope,
in thickness of trunk and span of reach,
but here we stand and are made worthless.
The Cedars huddle to ponder their value,
unable to see what lay past the distant stream.
A peaceful whisper pours over these trees,
like something unseen, like forces before,
it is cool, fresh, and many give to lean.
As this wind stirs the canopy we shed our disease;
we shed of our death on the soft earth in shade.
Swaying begins though not with all,
this wind is not welcome with many;
with it comes a new life unlike what we had made.
As I bend before the might of a breeze,
today brings new resolve as roots pull free.
If ahead their be cutting, refining and pain, let it be,
let it be, for I can serve no greater cause
than what my maker has in store for me.
I am a Cedar, tall and strong;
yet today by a breeze I bend.
