Pine Tree

From a little acorn, they say
The mighty oak did grow
And cast upward leafy arms
To catch what sun did show

There beside that oak did fall
A pine cone in the dust
A little pine tree fought to grow
For grow he felt he must.

But the leafy oak spreading out
Cast a shadow on the pine.
The little pine so desperately
Hoped for the sun to shine.

The oak then spread it's roots
To sap the water from the ground.
The pine used it's faltering strength
A lot for growing down.

As time passed on the oak still grew
Spreading wide and mightily.
But the pine stood tall and proud
And smiled down upon the oak.

- Edna Huber (1971*)