Grant me the strength of trees, that my feet remain rooted, even as my hands reach past shade to the sun…
Grant me the strength of trees, that I may face storm-clouds with gentle thoughts of nourishing rain…
Grant me the strength of trees, that I may take comfort in the solidity of the teak I am made of…
Grant me the strength of trees, that I may observe time as concentric rings of wisdom-in-experience…
Grant me the strength of trees, that I may take pride and solace in my crown, which weighs light with leaves of hard work, imagination and achievement…
Grant me the strength of trees, that I may encounter, though not enmesh with, canopies as verdant and untrammelled as my own…
Grant me the strength of trees, that I may dream of spring flowers after a great storm…
Grant me the strength of trees, that I may sing in the language of rustling leaves…
Grant me the strength of trees, that I may find stillness in the being…
Grant me the strength of trees, that I may grow and keep growing, / though life cycles on, and the grey is past showing; / when love yields regret, and regret begets knowing; / and all that will come remains yet unknown…
Grant me the strength to stand fast on my own.
Dream Of A City 