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All of us start as delicate seeds
Born from the eldest of towering trees
Their leaves an umbrella, a green dynasty
The soil they’ve picked will be your legacy
So look up, look up
Cherish their deeds
Stand in awe of their greatness
And what you’re soon to be
Look down, look down
You’re shedding your leaves
The changing of seasons
Makes room for new memories
Look left and look right
Where young saplings surround
Lean on your friends
When a storm blows you down
Give thanks, give thanks
To your left and your right
To what grows above
And to what holds you tight
When someday you’re a giant
And you too loom above
Scatter all of your seeds
And let your shadow be love
—Connor