20 
THE ARBOR DAY LADY 
ONE SPRING DAY 
A tiny shoot peeped out of the ground 
And opened wide as it gazed around; 
Stretching its dainty leaflets bright 
Up—up—up to the sweet sunlight; 
Reaching sideways, that way—this— 
To catch the earliest zephyr’s kiss; 
Climbing higher in balmy air 
To meet the raindrops glistening there; 
Spreading its wavy branches wide 
Till song birds came their nest to hide, 
And children gather in joyous glee 
In the shade of the old oak tree. 
All because a hand, they say, 
That planted a seed one spring day. 
