Swishing rustling creaking trees
Swaying speaking whispers
standing tall with lofty chords
praising hymnal vespers

Spirits rush and pass through limbs
giving force to natural hymns
with mighty presence dwell these winds
praising light which cleareth sins

Souls of giants reach to God
taking in warm life
soaking up the blessings given
accepting every strife

Turning with the world below
colors ripening with harvest's glow
seeking not to feel or know
how blessed are all that trees still grow...