A fragile sprout pushes through the ground,
A quiet start beneath the morning dew.
Its roots grow deep where hidden strength would be found,
While sunlight would paint the leaves a hopeful hue.
The seasons shift and winds begin to blow,
Yet still the slender trunk begins to rise.
Through storms and rain its steady branches grow,
Reaching patiently towards open skies.
The tiny tree will someday tower tall,
With branches wide and shadows cool and deep.
Strong bark will stand through every storm that falls,
While silent roots their ancient vigil keep.
From humble seed a might oak can be,
A quiet lesson written in a tree.
Mar 6
Mar 6, 2026 at 9:27 AM UTC
A fragile sprout pushes through the ground,
A quiet start beneath the morning dew.
Its roots grow deep where hidden strength would be found,
While sunlight would paint the leaves a hopeful hue.
The seasons shift and winds begin to blow,
Yet still the slender trunk begins to rise.
Through storms and rain its steady branches grow,
Reaching patiently towards open skies.
The tiny tree will someday tower tall,
With branches wide and shadows cool and deep.
Strong bark will stand through every storm that falls,
While silent roots their ancient vigil keep.
From humble seed a might oak can be,
A quiet lesson written in a tree.
Oak Sap Tree
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