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The Wanderer and the Tree
A tiny seed one day
An aimless wanderer had found,
She buried it in the ground.
Watering it with great love,
She blessed it with words good and wise,
Waking up the seed shoved the soil everhead,
And it started to rise.
And it strived to touch the sky,
On its canopy so inviting,
Many birds came to build their nests.
The cool dark shade of the tree,
Shoothed weary travellers.
Then one day the tree bore fruits,
Big round and sweet,
One they the girl came back
Who had planted the seed,
she amazed to see the tree,
And good work it did.
Like the good tree we should become
Striving, serving, and fruitfull,
And like the girl who planted the seed,
Sacrificing and thoughtful.
An aimless wanderer had found,
She buried it in the ground.
Watering it with great love,
She blessed it with words good and wise,
Waking up the seed shoved the soil everhead,
And it started to rise.
And it strived to touch the sky,
On its canopy so inviting,
Many birds came to build their nests.
The cool dark shade of the tree,
Shoothed weary travellers.
Then one day the tree bore fruits,
Big round and sweet,
One they the girl came back
Who had planted the seed,
she amazed to see the tree,
And good work it did.
Like the good tree we should become
Striving, serving, and fruitfull,
And like the girl who planted the seed,
Sacrificing and thoughtful.
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