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ktworld There lived in the woods a majestic tree- that stood up straight and tall.
It towered high above the rest and ruled over them all.
It's wisdom came from many years of being rooted in the earth,
the tree had witnessed many things since it's humble birth.
The other trees respected him, as their elder and their guide,
the small young trees around him were proud to grow by his side.
He knew of all the universe, of all that made it run,
but being rooted in the ground, he never knew any fun.
He knew of children who could run and play, he saw that birds could fly,
he saw the squirrels scamper 'round and thought "Well, why can't I?"
"What's the joy in being stuck, with roots deep in the ground,"
"I want to move, I want to jump" and then he heard a sound.
He looked and saw a raver girl, strolling softly through the trees,
with pigtails, glitter, baggy pants, a plastic chain down to her knees.
In a clear strong voice he spoke to her saying, "Aren't you out of place?"
"Shouldn't you be dancing amongst the lasers, strobes and bass?"
The raver smiled sweetly and replied, "Oh, You silly tree,"
"Techno, jungle and trance are just one part of me."
"You see, because I dance and rave, my world's a different place."
"I see new things, I now understand the beauty in every face."
"Here in the woods I can get a sense of where I really belong"
"because God's power is displayed in trees all tall and strong."
"Every tree is different, in every shape and size,"
"and that special uniqueness is where God's power lies."
"I come here to observe, to listen and to pray,"
"then I express my emotion as I dance the night away."
The raver stopped and looked up at the tree against the sky.
It seemed so sad and broken, as if it were to cry.
"Why are you down", inquired the raver, "Don't you take any pride"
"in knowing that it's trees like you that give me joy inside?"
"I know, I know", replied the tree, "but take a look at me,"
"I cannot dance, I cannot rave because I am a tree."
"My roots are embedded deep below, I have no feet to move,"
"without them I am at a loss, I cannot bust a groove."
"You silly tree", laughed the raver, "didn't you hear me say"
"that everyone can dance and sing in his or her own way."
"You are not me- that is for sure, you have no feet- that's true."
"But what you do have, Mr. Tree, that's what makes you you."
"When I dance, I feel so free, without a worry or a care,"
and then I automatically throw my hands up in the air."
"The way I look, the way I feel, with my arms up and spread wide,"
"reminds me of your branches, stretched out here beneath the sky."
"Reach up, old tree, and feel the wind as your limbs begin to sway,"
"wave your branches, express yourself, and dance in your own way."
"I can, I can! ", cried out the tree, "I'm so glad that God gave"
"the wind for me to use, it's like your music at the rave."
"They're both God-given gifts that move us and inspire,"
"now I can truly praise my Maker- as that was my desire."
The raver came close and hugged the tree, with a soft kiss on rough bark,
but now she had to say goodbye, for it was getting dark.
"Thank you so much" said the tree, "Now my joy's complete,"
"in knowing that I can dance in spite of my lack of feet."
From that day forth, the tree would smile as his branches waved and swayed,
for he'd learned to dance, a skill for which he'd always -always- prayed.
Even today, there's still a reminder of that tender warm embrace-
you still can see some glitter from that happy raver's face.
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