It Is From One We Grow
It is from one we grow,
It is our beginning,
At this starting pointing called life,
Firstly, with your mother,
And of course, there is your dad,
And as for you however,
Your family trees
Now has some branches,
And from there
Only upwards towards a sky,
As your family tree grows
In genealogical proportions,
In this tree of yours,
Some branches bear
Worthy fruit of kind,
Whilst others
Needy of a drink and die,
But no matter what
In your family tree
It is from one we grow.
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