I saw beeches shading an avenue, Pines on an expanse of grass, Cypress carved on a cathedral, Cedar captured in stained glass. I saw the cross of Christ on a cupola, In a niche covered of flowers, Saw it occupied, saw it empty, Saw pilgrims contemplating it for hours. A protector from the scorching heat A strong tower in the storm A rest for travelers’ weary feet Is a tree—Is the Creator of trees.
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