The Tree In Simile

I paused upon a morning breeze Gently flowing through the trees; These leaves became like little hands Clapping joyously and free! May my response to “wind” too be A glad applauding like a tree. I noticed in the stormy days The battered trees, would rise again. They held against the wind’s malaise And fought to lift their arms in praise. May my response to storms too be As firm and steadfast as a tree. When catastrophic storms have razed And trees uprooted, broken, hazed Knew their life was at its end: They died with branches still up raised. May my response to death too be, As strong and loyal as a tree. When a tree from earth is weaned; Its fruit and lumber gleaned It leaves behind a legacy Of a life for other’s seen. Oh may my life for mankind be, As full and fruitful as a tree.