Grow

From the smallest of seeds comes the tree

And it hides 'til it stretches up high to break free

Then it reaches out wide with its leaves

For sunlight and rainfall in a dream of what one day might be

On the porch the chimes hang in their place

From there you should hear the music they make

But stillness brings silence our way

And it isn't the melody we're made to play

See the chimes only sing when the winds blow

Life comes up green when the rains flow