THE REDWOOD TREE (Cont.)
In all the seasons I’ve been growing And all the times that I’ve been knowing
No greater obstacle did I endure Than that little pebble that’s for sure
When I was born from my seed And to see the sky became my need A giant rock stood in my way Trying to prevent my sight of day
In all the days I can remember
No harder task was placed before me My greatest test of any day
Was moving that rock out of the way
And who would believe As before me here you stand
You hold that giant rock There in your very hand
Transfixed I thanked the redwood tree For his remarkable parle
I then thanked him over again And went merrily on my way
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