I became as a seed,
then evolved from beneath,
tis my words I was bequeathed;
I grew to a limb,
then branched out to the far,
stretched further towards the sky,
and soon to touch a star;
My trunk is now solid,
my roots are buried deep,
even the ground must rest,
from the grip of my strength;
Though I am hopeless,
and weak, without that
Sun that I stretch to reach;
The nourishment, and shine,
that penetrates the darkness,
it is the key to my growth,
that proves I’m not heartless;
With it I tower, and give
shade to the rest,
with it I never cower,
because with it I’m best.
