They Speak to Me

I find relief in the shade of great trees amid extreme heat.
They speak to me…
Human, God desires to shelter you, a motive for making me.

The leaves in the trees play the invisible notes of the wind.
They speak to me…
Woman, God has a way of making the unseen seen.

With roots sprawling before my feet and branches bearing leaves green in times of drought,
Trees speak to me…
Amy, God has made you a lot like me.

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