We Are All a Part of the Tree of Life, From the Old Roots to the New Leaves
In the deep earth, where dark meets light,
Old roots whisper to the stars—
“We are the keepers of ancestral might,
The essence of who you are.”
Gnarled and worn, with tendrils deep,
These roots have stories to tell—
Of generations that laugh and weep,
In each root’s textured cell.
Climbing higher, we find the trunk—
The spine of familial days.
Imprinted with every joy and funk,
The cornerstone in many ways.
Boughs of parents stretch outward, wide,
With fruits of lessons taught.
A sanctuary where love can’t hide,
The battlefields of lessons fought.
Siblings—branches—sprouting left and right,
A chaotic dance in the sky.
Rivals and allies in the day and night,
Learning to reach for the heavens high.
Leaves of the young, a vibrant hue,
New sprouts on an ancient tree.
Each one fresh, each one new,
Asking what they’re meant to be.
And so we are, from old to young,
A tree of life, intricate and grand.
With roots and leaves, and songs unsung,
We’re united, a familial band.