The tree that never had to fight
For sun and sky and air and light.
But stood out in the open plain
And always got its share of rain,
Never became a forest king
But lived and died a scrubby thing.
The man who never had to toil
To gain and farm his patch of soil,
Who never had to win his share
of sun and sky and light and air,
Never became a manly man
But lived and died as he began.
Good timber does not grow with ease
The stronger wind, the stronger trees
The further sky, greater length;
The more the storm the more the strength
By sun and cold, by rain and snow
In trees and men good limbers
Where thickest lies the forest growth.
We find the patriarchs of both.
And they hold counsel with the stars
Whose broken branches show the scars
Of many winds and much of strife
This is the common law of life
Douglas Malloch
If you can’t be a pine on the top of a hill,
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