The Trees Are Singing

"Then Every Tree in the Forest will Sing..."
I Chronicles 16:33

Willows hum their lonely blues,
swaying arms low in supplication to You.

Oaks cloaked in grey garments of Spanish moss,
vibrate in rhythm to finger-snapping jazz,
zydeco along the bayou.

Sugar maples turn traditional hymns into
a syrup of delicious arias of praise.

Aspens quaver in easy-listening harmonies,
clutching bravely to a steep ascent of scale.

Gnarled windswept pines chant monkishly
the Name to the roar of ocean breakers.

Palms toss to the rumba of the Carribean,
the tropic heat swelling on the tide...

A cacophony of clattering leaves,
weaves a symphony, an alleluia welcome
with the approach of Your footsteps
O Lord, Almighty.

Darlene Moore Berg