As I look out my window and stare at this tree, it has
grown up strong and tall, it is kind to the world, it gives animals a home
and the wind a fresh scent, it protects me from the rain and carries the
burden of the snow. This tree, O how it has grown, I look up to it, but
it doesn't look down upon me. When i grow up I want to be just like this tree.
Mar 14, 2010
Mar 14, 2010 at 11:53 AM UTC
As I look out my window and stare at this tree, it has
grown up strong and tall, it is kind to the world, it gives animals a home
and the wind a fresh scent, it protects me from the rain and carries the
burden of the snow. This tree, O how it has grown, I look up to it, but
it doesn't look down upon me. When i grow up I want to be just like this tree.