There was this seed
Who didnt know how to grow
Didnt know how to feed
It just wanted you to know
It wanted to show how it is inside
It wanted you to think
It wanted you to change your mind
It wanted you to give it a drink
All its life
It felt like it wasnt worth growing
It felt it wasnt worth the strife
Life was just too owing
Then this boy came
Whose warm caring touch made the seed smile
The seed didnt feel the same
It felt like its heart ran a mile
Then out grew the tree
So, so very high
Just so we can see
Gods beautiful skie
(dedicated to my friend, Skie)
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