A tree smith upon the watered edges of growth...
Never to err another oath.
Always watering the tree fed life...
Always sauntering the half met strife.
Moisture of the kindest kind...
Always dreaming of the Heaven's divine.
Wishing forever upon thy star...
Wanting to want the farthest far.
Hoping to hope for what you are...
Wanting to be the biggest star.
Waiting for the sudden trance....
Hoping for the faith filled chance.
Happily doing the wished for dance.
Walking the walk of the successful prance.
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