The branches reach high, as if to embrace the sky,
Giving shade to travelers that pass by,
and rest to the birds that fly.
Reaching out toward the star,
Sometime it seems they can grow that far,
In the redwood forest so high,
The trees touch the clouds in the sky.
On trails that strangers trod,
They are planted there by the hand of God,
Standing as if each were a king,
Caroled by the birds that sing.
Standing in a forest or all alone,
The tree shows a man how to stand strong.
Against nature ‘s angry storms,
a tree ‘s branches are open arms,
Not running from adversity, standing still and strong,
Standing in a forest or standing alone.
The birds seem to sing to them a song.
Sometime a weeping willow feels the earth's tear,
Or a strong oak gives hope
to those who are near.
The Dogwood carried salvation
holding God's Son so dear.
Sometime standing alone in a meadow
they suddenly appear.
Birds seem to sing them a song
As they stand in the forest or they stand alone.
On the trail that stranger's trod,
Planted by the hand of God.