I've read all the bibles since a child
And studied the mysteries of all their trees
Oak and cedar and palm
Olive pomegranate fig
All descendants of an apple seed
But they only led me to a cross
His idea of love finally
Orchestrated as a single note ringing
When you strike the trunk with a mallet
A wooden stump on a barren hill
Or that white pine hanging from a cliff
Half-dead half-green
Greener than green has ever been
The perilous lives of trees
Who end up in a blossom
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