I find a kind of jolly light,
Which rolls amidst full clouds,
Which falls gently on every shade,
Of green upon the earth,
They fanning frame a hot pink rose,
A crowning jewel that begs a double take.

And suddenly, a sudden tree!
Placed grown and full just by the path,
In all its hefty trunk and sprawling roots,
Made homely with a band of friends,
Arrayed in summer outfits neatly greened,

A sudden tree in wilting soil,
Cut back for weeds and left to plead,
For something lively in the wake,
Of cold hard soil and hardly friends,
But now the path has found a pleasant pause in roaring streets.

Tapping out some plans,
And You, Lord, establish steps beneath,
My feet not inches from your sight,
But bearing love upon my toes,
Full force beyond my comprehension.