We are but a tree,
A sapling young, 
From the Ground, 
Upward Sprung.

Green and frail, 
Fragile-fresh, 
But a twig, 
In battle dress.

Bud to leaf,
Sprout to limb,
Thread to root,
No longer thin.

In the end,
Knowledge grown,
Spread through out,
Our leaves are blown.

We are but a tree,
A sapling young,
From the ground,
Upward sprung.

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Klenthi Luthera 
Duke of Enchantica Forest 
Druid of the Draconian Circle