Some careless hand, a stranger,

From the wall along my field

Toppled a rock that would not

To my single effort yield.

But the shoulder of my neighbor,

His heart and will, with mine,

Stirred the rook and rolled it

Back from grass and vine.

When the stone was lifted,

The grass began to grow,

The vine reached up to sunlight,

The green began to show.

And a seed of oak was rooted

We had not guessed at all,

That even in our lifetime

Shall be a tree grown tall,

Shall be a shade and greenness,

A commonwealth of bough

To lives that we believe in

Not even seeded now.