The earth awakens from winter’s deep sleep
Tu B’Shvat calls as ancient winds sweep.
The trees stretch skyward through morning’s bright haze
their roots are anchored deep in ancestral ways.
Each branch holds secrets of seasons untold
stories of wisdom are more precious than gold.
Sap rises slowly through time-weathered wood
a promise of spring understood.
The almond tree dances in delicate white
first herald of warmth in the softening light.
Its blossoms scatter like stars in the breeze
nature’s own prayer drifts down from the trees.
We gather to feast on the seven sweet kinds
the fruits of the land that nourish our minds:
pomegranates bursting with ruby-red seeds
dates sweet as honey fulfill our needs
olives pressed silver in wisdom’s old press
figs ripe with memories we softly caress
grapes turned to wine for our blessings to share
wheat fields that whisper an ancient soul’s prayer
and barley that ripples in waves like the sea—
each taste is a testament to what we can be.
In every seed planted deep in the soil
we honor the cycle of rest and of toil.
The teachings flow clear as water in springs:
to guard and protect all these precious things.
For we are but stewards of garden and field
entrusted to nurture the gifts that they yield.
On this New Year, as the trees start to sing
we praise the Creator for each blessed thing:
For branches that reach like arms to the light
For leaves that dance in the winds of the night
For roots that remind us where we belong
For life that continues, endless and strong.
May we grow like them, reaching high, growing true
our deeds bear fruit in all that we do.
Like trees in the garden where Eden began
may we be a blessing in Creation’s plan.
Standing together, a forest of peace
as seasons turn and wonders never cease.
