Monday, March 31, 2008

Dear little Tree that we plant today,

What will you be when we are old and gray?

The savings bank of the squirrel and mouse,
For robin and wren, an apartment house.
The dressing room of the butterfly's ball,
The locusts and katydids' concert hall.
The schoolboys' ladder in the pleasant June,
The schoolgirls' tent in the July noon.
And my leaves shall whisper them merrily
A tale of the children, who planted me."
~19th C Anonymous~

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