The Little Saplings
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Dripping rain on the fallen seeds
Behold, the saplings grow!
Nurture the sprouts all their needs
A lovely plant begins to show
The little child like the sapling grow
Nurtured by teachers in the nursery
His inherent qualities begin to show
If the nurturing is not just cursory
The sprout soon turns into a tree
That withstands storms and gives shade
The sweet fruits of labor one can see
As it stands firm and can’t be swayed
The “Sapling Nursery” is the place
Where little “saplings” grow
These visuals reveal their expressive face
As their exuberance begin to glow!
End
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