Overshadowed by all the trees surrounding
he patiently waits for the sun to shine
a heart to big for his chest is pounding
in true hopes to grow as tall as the pine
he longingly waits for the dark clouds to come
and quietly whispers wishes for rain
he hears the sound of thunder like a drum
and water in the ground he starts to drain
he begins sprouting leaves luscious and green
taller and taller he begins to grow
no longer small overshadowed and lean
the other trees say he'll begin to slow
but they see once he's grown to his fullest
that he is much larger than all the rest
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