And it came to pass in a foggy clime by the North Coast sea far from city lights a man became a tree.
And the seeds of life fell on good ground and in a thoughtful way took hold and in this sea salt air breathed a clearer vision.
This would be no beach blanket vision or pina colada trade wind tanning oil dream It would be a dream of driftwood and broken shells that once had life, where sand pipers and gulls feed and peck away at what the tide brings in
Nightlife and nightclubs, parking spaces were memories gaining rust on backboards and rims that sent missed shots rebounding off into some other court and game
His daily devotion would be the ground he was planted in and the filtered sun beaming passages of hope and inspiration
It was the simple dog walk routines of life and pleasures found in a backyard with ball and stick that caused his heart to bounce
Guided by the filtered sun his path was green and light until he found himself tall and stout as well as any of the fine trees around him
Cedar cowboys, Redwood indians, Pine tree pilgrims and pioneers, transplants and strays in need of space and time and unfettered vision
All because the Lord sought us out and grafted us in like new sprigs that take hold and prosper like the blue figs of summer and the sweet sugar pines with ends better than their beginnings
It didn't matter fog or sun all the same to him he strengthened
And after many days the bread cast upon the waters returned in a dream where where you planted your heart was what that mattered .