Tuesday, September 18, 2012


When building a house
Or planting a tree
You start with little things
One corner stone
One little seed

There is a magic
Of the Earth
That allows a seed
The size of a speck of dust
To become a tree
With roots
As large as
Giant’s legs
They are dug into the ground

A corner stone
A very large piece
Is merely one step
To a marvelous work
And a wonder

Roots and stones
Do not often mix
But they each are

In order to live
And to be happy
One must live upright
Not crumpled in
Or falling over

The start of growth
Is a seed of small size
But this seed becomes
As we become
Something greater
A marvel,
And a wonder

We must be founded
In good earth
In level places
Where we can stand
And never fall

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