Trees of a New Town

Trees strong and tall, I used to escape to the forest To fill myself up with their goodness In my new town the songs of trees can fill whole moments Their royal sounds arouse Godly joy A town's tall trees stand like the steadfast friends whose places you'd know Its small, new trees stand like the hope that you will have them Singing and swaying trees, great gaps in the still concrete Walking dreamed-of streets, I wonder which trees I will call my own I have wanted to grant trees to Samarian hills A splendor austere would grow warm Under the sheltering trees we become more honest Some moments we all become one song A town's tall trees stand like steadfast friends whose places you'd know Its small, new trees stand like the hope that you will have them Singing and swaying trees, great gaps in the still concrete Walking dreamed-of streets, I'm struck by how long it takes trees to grow Wide trees shimmer with so much sunlight Shining people shine with God's light Remember this, searching souls The air feels full of trees' gladness of all they give Not least in drawing eyes skyward