Oh, The Glory Of Growth,

When You Really Think About Your Hand You Begin To Realize Its Connection, To Sense The Hum Of Your Own Being Passing Through It. When We Look At A Piece Of The Universe We Should Feel The Same.

So Still Were The Big Woods Where I Sat, Sound Might Not Yet Have Been Born.

Let Me Not Fuss And Fret At My Incompetence But Be Still And Know That Thou Art God.

Up Came The Sun, And Drank The Dew.

Cedars Are Terribly Sensitive To Change Of Time And Light - Sometimes They Are Bluish Cold-green, Then They Turn Yellow Warm-green - Sometimes Their Boughs Flop Heavy And Sometimes Float, Then They Are Fairy As Ferns And Then They Droop, Heavy As Heartaches.