Word: tree
I am growing.
Growing high enough to touch every bird and cloud around me.
I am not like a tree in any other way
You can't tell my age from rings
Or chop me down for less shade
But I am growing.
I will touch the moon.
I will get there one day.
Growing high enough to touch every bird and cloud around me.
I am not like a tree in any other way
You can't tell my age from rings
Or chop me down for less shade
But I am growing.
I will touch the moon.
I will get there one day.
Copyright 2011 Ted Hunn
