Story of the seed
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Story Of The Tree ------------------------- ...And he lay under the blazing sun, On a pebble with no soil around; Nature decided and her deed done, And he fell there, never to be found. Thus began the story of the seed - Shriveled, thirsty, in pain and in need. Surely he would have died if not for rain, Whose waters carried this seed away- To fertile plains which soon eased the pain, Hope then blossomed and budded that day. He quickly gripped the soil, set his root; And up went a green, small, tender shoot. Leaves sprouted, opened, drew their breath, Rain bathed him when he needed it; Never hungry for the roots beneath And it grew: Lil' by lil', bit by bit. In length he grew, as he wandered up, No more just a seed but still a shrub. One night, as in many nights before- He faced a gale, which soon was a storm; Relentless, a few leaves the wind tore, His first sight of Nature's angry form. It injured him, the way Nature raged; He held on to the leaves, but it ached. But wisdom melted obstinacy And to the storm all his leaves he threw; It was painful: he knew it would be, For this wisdom, it hurt but he grew. Too thin now for the storm to uproot He bent to it, as he knew he should. One day, humans came and began work, Plowing the soil on one of his sides, Razing the bushes, where the crickets lurk, Chasing the rabbit from where it hides. Maybe his end had come, his hopes flew, But yet he lived and he grew and grew. Macadam came dangerously near, So did the hot sand and steaming tar. He looked on, cringing away in fear..... Ah, careless humans; the way they are! Yet they missed him, the humans who slew; And enduring and learning he grew. Now our unknown shrub soon had a name- Not much of a name but just as well; "A Shrub By The Highway", it became; Ah! Mute, his story he cannot tell! Don't ask me "When?", for i do not know, Let's just name that time,’ Years Ago'. *---Today---* There is a massive tree by the highway, Trucks crash on it, storms hit it, like they do, But unfazed and cold, it stands everyday- Years of pain has taught it a trick or two. To ask you, had I one wish g'en to me- I would ask, O great Tree, to learn from thee.
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