Try as I may, or try as I might
I can’t get down on paper, what I really want to write
I write words of wisdom, but there just for me
What I want to write now has to do with a tree.
The tree that I speak of, stands tall and straight
and has many branches that carry no freight
The tree that I speak of, is one that bears fruit
The tree that I speak of, you can’t buy with loot.
Its branches have strength and carry no mold
Its branches are there for young and for old
The roots of this tree grow straight and deep
then they grow outwards to those that still sleep.
The soil it grows in is pure and sweet to the taste
the soil it grows in has no need for haste
The seeds of this tree belong to all races
the seeds of this tree have no need for faces.
from a seed of this tree, grew a brand new sapling
from a seed of this tree, berthed a brand new hatching
The wind helped create it and so did the rain
unfolding within its darkness without any pain
The darkness was found to have a light of its own
the darkness was found to be whatever was sown
with much love and joy, darkness arose and unfolded
no more woes, no more fears of the one being scolded
New to this world and not knowing the difference
everything new with all of its brilliance
light and dark was just a level of awareness
and had nothing to do with evil or fairness.
Some call it a myth, some call it a fable
some like to see all there cards on the table
It's your mother and father, the moon and the stars
it's your sister, your neighbor and the man from mars.
It's a tree, and it's you!
-Written by Robyn Brown
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