"By which to see tomorrow for my child"

Watchtower Some living things grow better growing wild It takes a couple hundred years to grow A sapling to a sycamore this size It grew here a score of decades ago Slender then slim when seen by other eyes I wonder if those other eyes could know Now it has grown so would they recognize This tree grown through the centuries to be A place of pilgrimage along the way A creekside watchtower by which to see Past yesterday for me beyond today By which to see tomorrow for my child +Steven Curtis Lance Copyright MMX