Swinging to the tunes of breeze,
Held with perseverance stood the tiny twig.
Just to grow be a tree, with the same perseverance, to be unshook
When would I,
Indeed become a tree and not just a twig that would not give away.
Swinging to the tunes of breeze,
Held with perseverance stood the tiny twig.
Just to grow be a tree, with the same perseverance, to be unshook
When would I,
Indeed become a tree and not just a twig that would not give away.
