In honor of the childrenPoetree A forest home in green ravineand in the sunset a mountain seen -The trees in root would upward growtowards mountain top and sunset glow.And youngest leaves on fresh branch top,who taste the sky and first rain drop,did notice that the sun was blockedas it set behind the mountain rock. Now these trees loved the sunset''s hues and raged when mountain stole their viewfor tip top leaves did see the blightof solid stone eclipsing light. And yelled "You wall you color thief.You block our door and give us grief.Move out the way we''ve sights to seeand as it is we just see thee!" So years went on of bicker baduntil one spring a vision was hadby Lookout Leaf on tallest elmin constant watch at highest helm. "On Stoney Pass, oh desolate placeof mountain top, I see a face,as if young sapling sprouts been bornon that bear rock so weather worn.Quick call the birds to take make a searchif truly there a tree could perch!" And sure enough the birds did riseto circle mountain top surprise,for verily a tree had sprung,a tree no mountain could block from sun. "Awake Old forest," Lookout Leaf said,"for life has sprung from mountain dead,a tree that shines in sunset red!" "Be like the birds that will to rise,be like the winds that fill the skiesand we will bring mountain''s demise!" So leaf and limb did tremble flutterin hopes to join their highest brother. In one great surge stretch show of strengththe trees did double in height and lengthand yearned down to earth''s deepest coreto raise to sky the forest floor. From dark unknown a rumble cameand quick as lightall levels were the same. And so it was – a new land foundedflat and groundedand the sun set all around it.