The Tree of Life

 

You are the fruit of the Earth,

The woman, The tree of life.

You are strong, 

You are glowing, 

They may pierce your bark,

but they will never chop you down.

You are strong, 

You will fall when it is your time,

You will fall after you've

have given life.

You are my tree of life,

You are my one and only creator.

My mother is the creator,

My mother is the beginning, 

My mother is the end.

You are the fruit of the Earth,

You are the flowering tree, 

pompous, 

grand. 

You are the life bringer,

there is no other, 

believe in your mother,

believe in yourself.

Her, 

You, 

are the fruit of the Earth.

 

 

 

 

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This poem is about: 
My family

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