Humans with a difference,
with the same purpose.
Much like trees,
where our purpose is ignorance.
Everything lives,
Everything dies,
But it all begins from the inside.
We are family trees,
Waiting for the end times.
Sure we are different,
But a lot of the same.
But my tree is bigger,
And with a different name.
The outside is rigid and strong,
Like an oak who can write a song.
But with hair of a Willow,
On the inside, I\'m a pillow.
Until I collapse,
I bring life to those around me.
What does your tree smell like?
Mine is of Mamma\'s baked brownies.
The smell of home,
A place that\'s secure.
Once you\'re there,
A hug is a cure.
So don\'t let the shade take away your heart,
At some point, we all mature.
But we all receive a fresh start,
For children are pure.
So climb on my limbs,
Try your best.
But when you feel the pain of a pin,
Some point baby bird has to leave the nest.
I\'ve seen you grow,
Your tree is strong,
As the wind blows,
My life falls along.
What is your tree?
Is it your little branches?
Because once you see,
you never know true pain until you\'re branchless.