I see the blood on the roots of my tree, A tree that was formed and shaped in iniquity.
Some bear fruits and some only have leaves, I wish mine could tell me about the things it's seen.
My tree once felt unbearable pain, it was given strange fruits that swayed and hanged. These fruits weren't produced by my tree but were forced upon me by an evil entity.
I do not know the age of my tree, someone once said her name was Genesis.
My tree once produced rare fruits
It was a blackberry, that dripped sweet juice.
In the beginning, when it had young roots, it once shaded women who bit into an unknown fruit.
This woman was beautiful and one of a kind.
My tree saw her molded from the rib of man's side.
My tree lives on never to die, it's an immortal symbol that represents time, it absorbs all memories that will never get old, listen to secrets that will never be told, and generations will forever see my tree
My tree will always live and be a part of me.