Melodies I weave, songs I sweetly sing;
Longing for your presence, to you I yearn to cling.
In the shade of trees I delight to dwell,
To grasp your mystery, captured by your spell.
I glorify you with words and song,
Declaring with my heart: for you I long.
When I can’t see you, I write your praises,
And though I don’t know you, I long for your places.
To the assembled birds and your branches speech,
You alluded to your wisdom that is sometimes beyond our reach.
The scope of your greatness and the marvel of your strength
Are reflected in your bark and described at great length.
They have painted you, but rarely as you are;
They draw your colors and portray you from afar.
They speak of you in poems in countless varied visions,
While you remain throughout all their renditions.
They try to portray you as one now young, now old,
With leaves now green, now red and turning gold.
Nothing is more precious among the earth’s good pleasures,
Than sitting against a tree, chief among forest treasures.
-adapted from “Hymn of glory” in Siddur Sim Shalom