The trees standing on the edge*

The trees standing on the edge*

It was a long journey but it was done
To grow from seedlings, rain and sun
The roots were anchored in
Multiplying over and over again
To break through and upward it goes
Divine Hand of God, only One who knows
But as it walks to the river banks and rocked ledge
The group of trees are standing on the edge

Dom*Colucci 2009