LYRICS
The birch tree braves the winter’s icy grip,
Its branches bare, white stark against the sky.
It does not mourn the loss of leaves or gold,
But waits with patience for the spring to nigh.
The birch tree knows the seasons wax and wane,
Each carries purpose, beauty, grace, and pace.
It does not fear the frost, the ice, the rain,
But greets each one with elegance and grace.
My soul, like birch, endures and perseveres,
To rise from earth to heaven’s radiant light.
It stands unbowed, unbroken by the cold,
But shines with faith and courage through the night.
From birch I learn to face life’s change and strife,
To trust in self, let faith and courage guide.
Northcoast Antiquarian 