The trees stand all around me,
straight and tall,
defying gravity,
a forest against the odds.
They look upward,
towering strong in their defiance,
living in a way
they should not be able to thrive,
but they do,
not balanced precariously,
but deeply rooted,
bearing fruit,
and wearing the colors of the season
right on time
every year,
like casting aside green shoes after Labor Day.
How do trees know what to do?
Just fulfilling their purpose,
bringing hope to the world
and glory to God who made them.
But their brilliance every fall
is only a practice
for what is yet to come.
For when the world is restored,
nature will also be turned rightside up,
and we will witness
that all along the trees have just been rehearsing
the astonishing chorus of creation.
Then shall all the trees of the wood
sing for joy...
Psalm 96.12
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