The Pebble and the Seeds
The prettiest rock,
That you ever did see.
Decided one day,
It would become a tree.
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But all the seeds laughed,
And gathered around.
"You're just a pebble,"
"You belong on the ground."
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But the rock was determined,
It opened up pores.
It went into the soil,
And for it, time paused.
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The seasons, they passed,
Winter to spring.
The little rock slumbered,
Dreamed of pleasant things.
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But the seeds, they grew tall,
Blossomed into trees.
And the little rock woke,
To spring and the bees.
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He'd not grown at all,
He was still small as ever.
Doomed to be tiny,
Forever and ever.
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But the seeds, now all grown,
Had wisdom of years.
They spoke to the rock,
And allayed its fears.
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"Fear not," they all said,
"For you'll outlive us all.
We've all over time,
As we all grow tall."
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"Our branches will wither,
And fall will our leaves.
And you'll still be here,
For our children, our seeds."
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To these words to its heart,
The rock took to know.
And then came a day,
When saplings did show.
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And the rock told its story,
Of its friends, the trees.
And that story lives on,
Carried on the breeze.