Simple Yearnings
I have struggled from the fetal curl
just to burst upon the world
To reach, to grow, to strive;
I have stretched to be alive.
Years have come and passed.
Upright I’ve stood against the lash.
The toxic fumes waylay my breath
twist my form but I know not death.
Side by side we stand and dream
a forest farmed without a scheme.
Trunks and branches, root and bole
on we soldier to keep man whole.
To clean the air, to bring you shade,
to offer God’s beauty in the glade.
A simple yearning toward the Son
to help mankind, till day is done.
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