One morning Adam walked a path
Unlike the ones before,
Right past a sparkling, bubbling bath
Upon the Garden floor.

Beside him Eve held tight his hand
Exploring with her mate,
So many things to understand
Each day without abate.

Both came upon a sight to see
That grew on Eden’s edge,
A fruitless, all-green needled tree
That grew up like a wedge.

Eve asked her love what tree this was
That seemed so poor and bare.
But Adam answered not, because,
He, too, confused stood there.

So, Adam asked an angel near
The story of this plant,
Why paled it next to every peer,
Its glories dull and scant.

The angel then replied, “O sir,
You see with Eden’s eye;
This is the mighty, noble Fir,
Whose glory will not die.”

“What’s ‘die’?” came back fair, gentle Eve.
“It means to cease to be,”
Said Adam, “and you’ll naught receive
Reward eternally.”

The angel so continued, “Aye,
One day all things shall pass–
The heavens, earth, the ground and sky,
All water, trees, and grass.

“Their glory shall be bright but swift,
Alive one day then gone,
To teach humanity the gift
Of life at every dawn.

“Yea, every Redwood’s strong and tall,
Sequoias mighty, too,
The potent Elm forbids to fall,
The Oak so hard to hew.

“But all the trees shall pale before
The noble Fir one day,
Whose dignity they shall restore,
Renown that won’t decay.

“For it will garland every home
And bring unceasing cheer,
Give hope to homeless feet that roam
Through ages every year.

“Her branches strong will bear such love
From families with joy,
And stoke their praise to God above
From every girl and boy.

“They’ll ornament her barren limbs
With bulbous fruits that shine,
And strings of stars will echo hymns
That make their home a shrine.

“But most of all their hearts will see
That death you find so odd
Will come to one upon such Tree,
The very Son of God.”

“What does that mean?” asked Adam then.
“I speak a mystery,”
The angel said, “one day all men
Will hear as prophecy.

“Until that day, my gentle friends,”
The angel said, a smile,
“Have faith this Fir has noble ends,
Despite its lack of style.

“For man, too, shall one day have need
That God adorn his soul,
His barren, prickliness concede
That God must make him whole.”

So, Adam and his lovely wife,
They tended it with care;
The noble Fir they saw as life,
A life that stood fore’er.

(Photo by Dids)