Trees towering tall;
Sapiens seems so small
In cottonwood cathedrals
And stately sequoia steeples.
Pines pointing to the Higher Power,
Arboreal ardor amplified;
Hear the festal forests' chorus,
Witness alders' adulations
And junipers' jubilations.
Praise the Prince of palms and ponderosas!
Regal redwoods in refrain,
Rejoice in the Ruler of dappled domains.
Sunlight shining glory gold
Through backlit leaves light green -
A shimmering story told
With winds' whispers fresh and free,
Lungs of the earth,
Alive with mirth.
Listen as they lift high the Lord of lords!
Canticle to the Creator of cassia canopies
and hickory halls -
In chapels of chestnut a chant
swells and falls,
Then streams from new shoots
And rises from ancient roots,
Flying toward heaven's Heart,
Fiery phoenix of the flame tree.
Lightning, rain, and thunder -
Watch the willows bow in wonder
And worship the Maker,
Master of every woodland acre.
All for him, the Forest Song.
