Once within the shaded woods
there a little seedling stood.
As it gazed upon the sky,
upon the towering trees so high,
wondering what it should become
if it found earth and felt the sun?
“Shall I ever grow so tall?
To be a tree? Is that my call?”
Then a single drop did land,
pushed the seed below the land.
Though, it did not feel afraid
For nature's song was being played.
Ray and rain and shade below,
Sang a song that made it grow.
Time passed on through thaw and spring,
And brought about the most marvelous thing.
As the seedling laid below,
Nature’s song had made it grow.
Seed no longer, roots asprout,
Tiny branches reaching out.
It now did face the sky with pride,
with others by its side.
Nature’s song the way had shown,
growing tall yet not alone.
Other saplings near it spawned,
Each one singing, facing dawn!
Nurtured forth by ray and rain,
The seedling now knew its calling plain:
“Now I’m now tall and plainly see
I am a tree with roots and leaves.
Nature’s song in rain and ray
Have made me what I am today.
Strong and kind, set to bring
joy to the world,
joy thro’ each song I sing.”