The Tree
A hundred years ago
A man dropped a single seed
Into a small hole, and let it go
And it grew and grew
And now its tall and green
A huge trunk, and long branches
Beautiful bark, and everlasting leaves
Granting shade unto everything that needs
The love of many generations
That keeps it alive so longer
The world claims it as its own
To be cut and used
But the people won't let it go
From a single seed came a thousand loves
And they wait for its seeds to grow
This poem was written by Joshua Pilger on Jun 20, 2007.
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