The farmer goes out with his seed
Which he buries gently underground
In a soil giving all its need
Way beyond where it can be found
Tomorrow when you pass by
May not notice the farmer’s effort
It is hidden to the naked eye
You may think that the seed is not
Days and weeks turn into months
A small shoot can finally be seen
Hardly different from the other plants
Could be the maize, pea or the bean
Months turn to years and into decade
Who cannot tell this is a mighty tree?
The difference now clearly distinguished
Does it not stand plain for all to see?
It’s been worth the effort and long wait
For we can now rest under its shade
In its cool breeze we can also sit
Celebrate its beauty that will not fade
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