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by Scott Cole May 24, 2015 category : Nature, environment / nature
When you were a baby Just a small little sprout, Mother Earth gave you up So you could branch out. You were took from the dirt And then placed in a cup, As curious little eyes Watched you grow up. Your roots had it's fill And you started to grow, So your temporary home Told you it's time to go. Your removed from the cup And then placed in a hole, You better get settled This is your new home. To grow and to flourish And be all you can be, For a small little sprout Its a great big ole tree.
by Dagmar Wilson
I adore this poem. I always had a great passion for trees.