Saw a lone sycamore in the distance against the sky of blue.
She so sublimely beckoned me to come, methodically, steadily closer.
Following her command, she began whispering-much about family history.
Most proudly spoke of Zaccheaus climbing distant kin the Savior to see.

Much said about her personal history simmering in the summer heat
Snow, hail, ice and sleet, storms aplenty, wind speaking quite discreetly.
Her limbs breaking, clashes of thunder, fear of lightening-trembling.
Alone in the darkness, Christ kneeling, praying in the Garden of Gethsemane.