Sequoia

The coldness of Winter The loss and the burn Seems hopelessly barren And makes our hearts churn. The stillness and quiet. Anticipation seems long. But this Season's for waiting, Growing roots deep and strong. So when this is over In the warm Springtime breeze We'll find it was worth it; For the tallest of trees. And the fruit of our labour, Our patience. Our trust. Reminds us that sharing our story We must. For the dark times are precious And encouragement rare. But the ones who have pushed through The soil of despair.. Are the people of faith Knowing purpose is there, And the tall trees can shelter All the ones in their care.