A Tree is Life
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We begin as a tiny bean,
a black speck inside the womb.
We do not offer much to the world
other than an existence,
yet we cry and wail
for our own survival.
Our life is rooted in the earth, and as
we grow, we stake our piece
of its soft soil.
A sprouting bud needs nurturing;
our pulses depend on another’s compassion.
In our early years,
as our roots are still growing,
selfishness can seize our leaves and
force us to overlook neighboring plants
who are not adapted to
our share of ground.
While our trunks grow, and
our perspective on life heightens- (literally),
we open our hearts and
support the other beings
who bask in life with us.
Our roots extend to their roots.
Our branches support birds’ nests.
Our leaves provide shelter to other lives.
These acts are not created by us, but
are a part of us. Within us.
Our spirit has an innate sense to
help the surrounding souls, and as
our branches become sturdier,
our leaves become fuller,
we extend our love to more and more
living entities.
Although we may endure rough patches of
bare branches in winter,
we always bloom in spring with new life;
ready to face the sun, again.
When we started, engulfed in soil,
we had only one direction: up.
Yet, as we look back on our lives
with wrinkled trunks and weathered leaves,
we realize this direction was not our choice,
it was humanity’s choice.
If we remained in the soil,
we would have never
shared our roots,
nested those birds,
sheltered other beings.
We would have never lived.