The Tree

Hello there, oh glorious tree!
In an instant, you would take the heart of me.
But not today, for I journey on a different road than yourself.
Yes! I know that you are a wanderer yourself! A very good one at that.
For your reflexes are, like a turtle, very slow. But your hearing, like a cat.
Your leaves quiver at the slightest message the wind brings to your outstretched arms.

What have you seen?
I know you wish me to think you not keen.
But I have seen your root-like heart, you cannot fool me.
You know, you have life by the roots, you have the lustrous key.
What have the birds that nest in your arms told in your knothole ears?
To a tree, nothing is threatening. But I know you, what are your greatest fears?
Is it the sharp, shiny blade of the hatchet?
The fire that stretches across the land, devouring all in a drought?
The roar of a sickly dead chainsaw?
Or the gaping of a homestead's maw?

But do not fear!
For the Lord is come,
and to him you must always run.
But the journey to Him, is, to me, just as fun.

Now, speaking of a journey, I must go.
For The Lord is calling me to His throne!
Take heart and let your roots grow deep!