The Tree II

I am one of the trees in the
Garden  of God, and rooted
1 will thrive, and
Rooted, I will spread, and
Rooted, 1 will divest myself
Of all my fruit, in season, by
Giving into all the
Hands  that ask - this is my
Glory, that I can live and
Be in Paradise, giving of my
Growing  fruit. And I will be
Safe in the Garden of God,
I will be
Nourished  at my root, drinking
Of his good soil, and there will
Be no  harm, for
Men  cannot wield
Hate in this place, and
There are no axes  found.
I will live to my full
Term  before 1 go
Gracefully to ground.

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