In the shade of towering trees, I find,
A sanctuary for my restless mind,
Their ancient whispers, a sacred bind,
Connecting my soul to the divine.

Majestic giants, reaching high,
Their branches stretched toward the sky,
In their presence, I cannot deny,
The hand of God, so close nearby.

With roots deep in the earth's embrace,
They stand as guardians in their place,
Their wisdom ancient, their grace,
A testament to God's loving face.

In every rustle of their leaves,
In every sigh the wind conceives,
I sense a presence that believes,
In life's cycles, it faithfully weaves.

Oh, to be like the trees, steadfast and true,
Rooted in faith, reaching for the blue,
In nature's embrace, I find my cue,
To seek God's presence, in all I do.
© Thabiso Dube