Tree Of Life
We've always got a hand to hold
when going through daily strife,
stories and wonderment it does behold
I'm talking about the tree of life.
Babies start off with life
with love and beauty, they grow,
they set our hearts alight
joy from within us, flows.
Friendships are always found
and even some, are lost,
buried deep within the ground
through warm seasons and Winter's frost.
The tree of life never ends
stories are always told,
broken hearts will always mend
from birth, until we're old.
Copyright Cynthia Jones
Mar.17/2008
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