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There I am a little sapling, small, frail and weak

I reach for the sun but the trees are blacking my view

I try to reach but my trials are bleak

I feel tinier than the morning's dew

And I look high up to the trees so tall

And wait for them to fall



A little sapling doesn't do anything but look up high

At the proud and mighty maples and oak

And as trees start to grow up into the sky

Sometimes I feel so faint like smoke

But I wait for them to grow more tall

For one day I will rise when they finally fall



~9/11/09