Its bark was soft
As baby's skin,
A touch of velvet
Smooth and green.
Not scarred or burnt
By desert heat
Nor forced into
A charred defeat
But new and fresh
And strengthened too
By howling winds
And sands that blew.
It made me think
Of the Hebrew three
Who out of furnace
Fierce and wild
Came forth as fresh as desert tree
By fear and furnace undefiled.See Dan., chap. 3 .
