The Sapling
So long we waited
And the time is here
At last
A southern wind has blown
The sapling from the vast and distant shore
And has returned it full and grown
Home to its root once more
The soil rejoices as it feels the quiver of his tread
The soil where once he fed
Which bled when long ago the little seed took flight
And had to fight to grow in foreign land
And learn to understand another way
But for today
The sapling will drink thirstily and long
And for today he’ll grow
Where he belongs
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