Trees

In every path of timber you
Will always find a tree or two
That would have fallen long ago,
Borne down by wind or age or snow,
Had not another neighbor tree
Held out its arms in sympathy
And caught the tree that the storm had hurled
To earth. So, neighbors, is the world.
In every patch of timber stand
Samaritans of forest land,
The birch, the maple, oak and pine,
The fir, the cedar, all in line!
In every wood unseen, unknown,
They bear their burdens of their own
And bear as well another form,
Some neighbor stricken in the storm.
Shall trees be nobler in their kind
That men, who boast the noble mind;
Shall there exist within the wood
This great external brotherhood
Of oak and pine, of hill and fen,
And not within the hearts of men?
God grant that men are like to these,
And brothers, brotherly as trees.