White Tree

I stand

A white tree in the wood

Reaching the stars and heaven

Stretching for what is good


I stand

With limbs I raise on high

Scaling the lofty summit

Of clouds that pass me by


I stand

Luminous in the light

Shining in the sunrise

Gleaming in the night


I stand

With dreams to yet unfold

Clambering all creation

For all my heart can hold

Sharon Frye