By the wall, by the tree, <br />A frail flower grew: <br />It reached it's small buds <br />Toward the sun, for it knew <br />The sun was it's father, <br />And earth was it's mother; <br />For everything born here <br />Must come out of two. <br /> <br />By the spring, by the creek, <br />A tall tree stood strong: <br />It held up it's arms toward the sky, <br />Like a song; <br />No weather could dampen <br />It's green growing heart; <br />It never felt fear, <br />For it knew life is long. <br /> <br />By the flower, by the tree, <br />A young child rose up: <br />He climbed with his face to the sky, <br />Like a cup; <br />He drank from the sun and the earth <br />And the spring; <br />For when he grew older <br />His heart too, must sing.<br /><br />Patti Masterman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/by-the-wall-by-the-tree/
