Be Like a Tree

If men would but stand fast like a tree Though fierce winds blow and rains fall Bending and dipping but not breaking at all You will stand in quiet majesty, tall and free When conditions grow harsh with disfavor Stand strong, proud and unwavering in faith The tides will turn though it may come late It will crown you with laurels of honor When seasons turn favorable spread your arms May your fruits give the motherless food and hope May your shade give the homeless reason to cope Then the world will flock to bask in your novel charm When all that is you is rooted good and deep No storm can reach the rich dreams you keep.