where the little things grow

I remember

that day

she gave it a chance.

A seed so                                                                   Little

But she knew it could grow.

She had big dreams,

Big                                                                             Ideas

She believed in this little thing.

She knew it could be                                                   Free

And so this tree,

That was once so small,

grew taller and bigger than anything and                 Everyone.

 this tree spanned the entire town,

spreading happiness to all.

For the spirit is free when it dreams.




~Natalie

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