David W. Ballard: Professional Writer specializing in Web content writing, copywriting, feature writing, fiction writing, and poetry.

Children Like Trees

O, how the trees stretch into the sky
Like children on tip toe reaching up high,
While their lower limbs
Fill them in
From love poured out like water,
The substance of our only Father.
And, O, the Son!
How His rays make us grow as one,
And in the last days we are not felled, but free
To be like Him for eternity.

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