A Poem from a Good Book

A poem on nature, people and kindness. 

Pg 241.

dear God:

i greatly appreciated
what you were sayin
bout that little red fir
bent double
under packed snow
as i rode through
the merced grove this past
spring cause when i reached over
and shook that tree
all the snow fell off
that fir's branches, quick
to the sky the tree stood tall,
and i knew its burden woulda melted
come summer, but if you see a burden
pressin down on somethin
you just reach out then and there
cause one day it may be you
under that mountain
prayin for freedom.

-- Shelton Johnson "Gloryland"