This is the third in the series of poems blessing my child. Hope you enjoy it!
How else can a mortal envisage your greatness if not through the envy of the majestic existence of the cedar of Lebanon? Your lofty height is damped in shady foliage And beautiful branches multiplying with long boughs Underground springs direct their rivers all around the place where you’re planted making you greater than all the trees in the field. Thick and solid, wider and commanding, strong and bold, gigantic and forever young even the general shermann giant sequoia bows to your simple intimidation All the birds of the sky will nest in your branches all the animals of the field will give birth beneath your boughs and your shade will create a means of livelihood to great nations The beauty of your greatness extends to the height of your limbs and your roots extending to abundant waters. Behold! Not even the cedars in God’s garden rival you nor the pine Trees compare to your branches. Also the plane ones, matching your trunk b'cos out of you, the coals of life would be burned And a better existence accurately circumcised.
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