A song,
that is what we need, cried an Oak, a Maple, and an Elm.
Hear us she
will, and our melody will tell of loneliness that does overwhelm.
But alas,
winter with it's cold, wind and snow has taken our green leaf.
Our song
cannot play in the wind, but in our hearts we still have our belief.
Far under
ground with roots they did send,
A call to
all trees who sing with the wind.
On a
mountain to the north a Spruce did hear.
Along a
southern beach a Palm spread the message far and near.
All of the
trees with leaf, needle or sprig,
sang for
their brothers and sisters with bare branch and twig.
High above
the clouds there was a caring heart who listened.
He sent an
angel with garment that glistened.
The holy
messenger flew among Redwood, Myrtle and Pine,
Comforting
the hearts of living things sublime.
"The girl
who dances among the trees is resting for awhile,
But soon
shall return with her gift of radiance and style."
Calmness
settled over the forests as the angel passed by,
One task
remained before returning high above the sky.
A special
blessing was placed upon a girl who dwelt in a home.
"Health and
strength shall return, among trees you shall roam."
Some
are the melody, some are the rhythm, some are the harmony