Psalm 104:16

I long to be that silent tree

That stands down by the bay.

I long to feel the growing joy

Of my branches a sway.

I wish that I too grew in peace,

My roots deep in a soil

That proved to be more fertile than

This life of grief and toil.

The tree that grows upon the shore

Where water springs so sweet

Will grow and spread at root and crown,

Drawing strength from rich peat.

I too can be that soaring tree

By drinking from your word

And rising up above the pain

Where your voice can be heard.

Psalm 104:16
The trees of the LORD are well watered, the cedars of Lebanon that he planted.