Mark 10:27

In a village, quite small and merry, lived a man, wise and very. His hair was gray, his age was grand, a hundred years, with wisdom spanned. 'A tree can't grow here,' they'd all say, where the ground was hard, and skies were gray. But the man just smiled, with a twinkle in his eye, 'With God,' he whispered, 'let's give it a try.' They planted a seed, in the ground so bare, and the man said a prayer, in the cool evening air.