Among Contention

The tree was not all by its own,
Within the garden prim;
A thorn had come up right beside
To shade the sun too dim.

It drank the water that she'd bring,
Wound through the soil turned.
She couldn't pull it out enough
And was too scared to burn.

So she brought water for both
And placed a fish on roots,
To give the sapling a bit of chance
Before the thorn claimed loot.

She sung out for the tree each day.
She sang all that we know,
From carols to diddy's to happy birthday's,
Sure that would help it to grow.

The End

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