They were great giants when I first remember,

Grean with fresh leaves in May and December,

Spreading wide, benevolent limbs,

Quie comtempuous of the tempest's raging whims.

I love their courtly dignity at night

When equinoctial wind beseiges them with might.

So strong and dependable they every stand

When lightning's flash illumines sky and land.

Through withering drouth that sears the flowers and grass,

Through changing seasons they've seen the centuries pass.

While from the earth's inexhaustible supply

They draw what has made them grow beautiful and high.

I kno in God's great universe there is stored for me

Elements for my soul's growth as for the mighty tree.