  THEY called me girl, gave me the name Of one I’ll never see. I wish they’d given me instead The name of some nice tree. A tree that rocks with every wind, Fast rooted in the ground, Straining its eager branches up To where God’s looking down. A neighbor to the grass and flowers. A friend to all the skies, A lovely tree that dares to romp With every bird that flies. A spruce, an elm, a tamarack; Dear heaven, how can there be A lovelier name, and how I wish They’d given one to me. |
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