My branches may stretch out into the world,
        Experiencing as far as I can reach.
My branches may dance in the wind,
        Soaking up as much sun as I can.
My branches may remain strong,
        Even under the inevitable snow and ice.

Yet disarray
        And disease set in,
When I confuse
        My branches
With
        My roots.

My roots may provide my strength,
        Nourished by home and family.
My roots may drink from rich pools,
        Of love and friendship.
My roots may be invisibly intertwined,
        With the roots of others.

Yet disarray
        And disease set in,
When I forget
        All is sustained
By the fertile soil
        Of God.