A Teachers Path
Like a path up the mountain face
From the steep hills trees will climb
With meadows leading from their base
Great forests grow, since dawn of time.
And when the air is cold and thin
It fails to let more trees to grow
The tree line stalls, no longer then
The forest is replaced by snow.
In life man struggles to the top
Before he basks in his own pride
He will reach back, hands never stop
Pull others up the mountain side.
When he looks back, see's what he's done
A path for all, not just for one!
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