The essence of a sprouting grain

Call me wood or tree, it’s just a name

An upward rising energy

You may call me ascending chi

Grass, flowers or the mighty oak

I’m the power behind all growth

Though I’m the essence of all humor

When blocked I can even grow a tumor

Present at spring, I give rebirth

Behind all laughter, I am mirth

Upward and onward, my motto and song

I see what’s right and not what’s wrong

I wake each bird and every child

I’m in the wind that runneth wild

The mist that rises in the morn

Each new day is the sun reborn

For all those yearning to be free

Look within and look to me

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