By The Wall, By The Tree

By the wall, by the tree, A frail flower grew: It reached it's small buds Toward the sun, for it knew The sun was it's father, And earth was it's mother; For everything born here Must come out of two. By the spring, by the creek, A tall tree stood strong: It held up it's arms toward the sky, Like a song; No weather could dampen It's green growing heart; It never felt fear, For it knew life is long. By the flower, by the tree, A young child rose up: He climbed with his face to the sky, Like a cup; He drank from the sun and the earth And the spring; For when he grew older His heart too, must sing.