Preoccupied with Pain

Is the tree that's pruned
Preoccupied with pain?
--standing with its wound
in the wind and the rain;
shrouded in cool mist,
kissed by the dew,
chosen for a nest
by a bird or two;
enveloped with fragrance
of rainwashed air,
bloodroots and voilets
clustered 'round it there;
gently transfigured
as sap begins to flow --
leaves, flowers,
choicest fruits --
how I'd like to know;
Is the tree that's pruned
Preoccupied with pain?
~ Ruth Bell Graham