The trees can teach us, one and all,
to stand up straight, to stand up tall.
That only God…or man's cruel hands,
can make such mighty creatures fall.
They start out tiny - with a seed.
And if they get the things they need,
like lots of room, and sun and rain,
they rise up from the ground with speed.
But with neglect can come their ruin.
For if they grow too proud too soon,
they'll tumble. What they really need
are loving hands to care and prune
And given time and proper care,
the trees can come to grow and bear
the fruit that brings us such sweet joy,
and give off such a fragrant air.
Within each tree, each tender stem,
are seeds to bring more, just like them.
And in their season, they are sown…
each tiny seed, each precious gem.
And when their lives come to an end,
they yield their fruits yet once again,
for loving crafts or needed heat.
So, learn this lesson, then, my friend.
That we can learn a lot from trees!
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