Ode To The Little Pine Cone

Ode To The Little Pine Cone

There once was a little pine cone hanging
in his tree

Who had no thought of who he was or what he
was to be

Then one day a mighty wind took him from
the pine needles

and sent him down upon the ground where in
the grass he was cradled

The little pine cone was so scared he
didn't know what to do

But mother earth new of his disperse and
whispered so to sooth him

Don't be afraid my little pine cone, you
are where you were meant to be

And now if you go, to where he fell into
her folds

You will find a sapling!
Patricia A Case-Keel

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