Dreams of a Sapling

The sapling smiles at the stunning oak,

Self-evident is the truth,

20 years of labor in growth,

Ahead for the determined youth,

 

Withstanding weather and standing without withering,

Finally at the foot of its goal it stood,

But why settle for an oak,

When you were born a Redwood.

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