You have heard of the lilies of the field, and how I tend to them. You are My lilies, beloveds.

I tend to every tree and their leaves. You are My trees, and you are the leaves of My trees.

To you, I am devoted.

You may say that lilies pass their prime. You may say that trees are chopped down. You may say there is plenty of hurting in the world, and that you have not been spared.