From out the Ground
From out the Sky
A raindrop fell from out the sky,
upon my garden so bare and dry.
Then a sunbeam covered what was hardened ground,
the very next day a shoot I found.
Through season and season out,
Mother nature kept free from drought,
by throwing down the occasional shower,
then kissing the ground with sunbeam power.
Soon my shoot grew into a tree,
leavings leaves blowing in the wind green and free.
Each day I watched it stand strong and proud,
as giving thanks to the sun and clouds.
Mother nature makes things grow through many stages,
Has repeated this down through the ages.
Works stretches from delicate to strong and grand,
Without the help of the human hand.
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