5.6 Story of a Tree

I was a sapling standing tall. I grew strong above my brothers. Broad through the center, fullness of covering above. Proud the family was of me, destined to stay tall. To be great among the forest.

Then they came. Knocked me down and stripped my glory. Hauling me across my forest I was rolled away. Split in center, fashioned in two, face to the earth. Crowd gathered, surrounding me. Man nailed down, then lifted up. Bearing all the world, He clung to what was my branches. Father turned away.

Cursed was he who hung on me.