The trees of the forest are wild and free, though anchored to the earth forever in the very spot where by chance they landed when they were but a seed. Happy and blindly optimistic, they grow and grow, stretching hands to the sun, trembling and swaying in leafy praise and adoration to the Giver of life.
How much more so should we count ourselves wild and free? How much more so should we lift our hands and praise our Maker?
Oh, for the faith of a tree! The trust of a seed!