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The Mightiest of Trees The mightiest tree I’ve ever seen Was not one nurtured near a stream, Nor sheltered by a mountain’s wall, Sprouting leaves, growing tall, Twas the one who’d daily fight, Who had to struggle to grow to upright, Battling burning sun and howling wind, Roots burrowing deeper, while the green leaves thinned. Tis the tree whose life’s cruel and hard, To whom I offer my highest regard, Because, dear friend, when the winds howl ‘round, Which tree will be standing, and which on the ground? |
