The  Law  of  Life

The tree that never had to fight

For sun and sky and air and light,

That stood out in the open plain,

And always got it's share of rain,

Never became a forest king,

But lived and died a scrubby thing.

And like that tree grown in open soil,

The man who never had to toil

Who never had to win his share

Of sun, and sky and light and air,

Never became a manly man,

But lived and died as he began.

Good timber does not grow in ease.

The stronger the wind, the tougher the trees,

The farther the sky, the greater the length,

The more the storm, the greater the strength.

By sun and cold, by rain and snows,

In tree or man, good timber grows. 



Author Unknown