Great Trees (feat. Malcolm Dalglish)

Slowly, slowly they return To the small woodland let alone: Great trees, outspreading and up right, Apostles of the living light. Patient as stars, they build in air Tier after tier a timbered choir, Stout beams upholding weightless grace Of song, a blessing on this place. They stand in waiting all around, Uprisings of their native ground. Downcomings of the distant light; They are the advent they await. Receiving sun and giving shade, Their life's a benefaction made, And is a benediction said Over the living and the dead. In fall their brightened leaves, released, Fly down the wind, and we are pleased To walk on radiance, amazed. O light come down to earth, be praised!