Sprouting through this feeble ground
A shrub rises from its mound
Growing from its foundation
Natures very own plantation
As these green leaves uncoil
The stems of plants toil
Such a fine fragment of Earth
Building a forest from birth
Who would think such a meagre seed could reap
Trees that tower as steep
Our soil is our home
The place we belong
Today this modest dirt will nourish
Tomorrow a canopy will flourish
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