Men know that the birch-tree always <br />Will grow where they cut down the pine — <br />This is the way of the forest, <br />And the same way shall be mine. <br /> <br />For now that my sorrow lies stricken, <br />And shadow in me is done, <br />I, too, shall have years of laughter, <br />And of dancing in the sun.<br /><br />Winifred Welles<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/second-growth/
