The view of trees
Is a sight that bleeds.
They're strong roots
And none ever weak.
A sense of emotion
To realise that Commotion
can be worsen if you lay your child
And them not you..... it's been proven.
Needling forever constantly
withdrawing The ties of inner peace.
When everyone sees there child leave.
It's thee Tree who truly exceeds
the pain of seed.
All instances realisesess
That a bye to your child
Is un expressive
and quietly silence....
To what dropped and then drips.
It's purpose assuring the "brake"
Just so air could flick and rip,
And expect a tare,
The disrespect to a tear.
So quick that now time
for a leaf that has to fall it's all
in a blink.
The leaving of living from leaf
is not a miss.
It's Momentarily just enough to be
But if bless then a breeze
So we squeeze to
two in a cycle
and all in one mix.
Ice age then rennesons
And stone age had a son.
Far from galactic plastic
Life we both have,
And up worth we both grow.
Together we make nature brother"
Of the world that shares us both.
By the same God"
we all love and know.
Shake a tree and watch its trunk bleed
Cut yourself a leave and become a thief
But splash with hugs and maybe the shade leaves the tree ....