Lyrics

by Mani Skaria, PhD [Verse 1]Down in Weslaco, where the orchards grow,I met a tree with a Texas soul.Born of sunlight, sweat, and rain,Carved by hands that knew the strain. Dick, he saw you bloom,In that quiet old research field.He called Beto in, said “Take the lead,”And there began a lifelong seed. [Chorus]You’re not just…