As a quiet little seeding lay within it;s darksome bed,To itself it fell a-talking,And this is what it said.I am not so very robust,But I;ll do the best i can; And the seedling from that moment,Its work of life began,So it pushed a little Leaflet up into the ligth of day,To emamine the surroundings,And show the rest the way.The leaflet liked the prospect,So it call it;s brother,stem,Then two other leaflet;s heard it, And quickly followed them.To be sure, the haste and hurry, Made the seedling sweat and pant,But almost before it knew it ,It found itself a plant.The sunshine poured upon it, And the clouds they gave a shower, And the little plant kept growing,Till it found itself a flower. Little folk, be like the seeding, Always do the best you can; Every child must share life labor,Just as every man.And the sun and shower will help you through the lonesome, stuggling hours,Till you raise to ligth and beauty,Virtue;s fair, unfading flowers.Don;t go without signing i working to update the page,HAPPY NEW YEARS!
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