We are but the branches on a tree which is known as family
Just like branches we have spread out in different directions
Seeking our own perfections, and from our branch more
Branches will grow "this we all know ".
We are here from the trunk that has given us life so we
Can become a husband or wife.
We may wind up with thorns as a beautiful rose flower
While we grow by the hour, or maybe just a leaf
Blowing in the wind, yet creating a beauty deep within.
Every leaf, every branch, has been given this life chance.
Just like the tree which is solid in the ground
We are family- search and we'll be found.
© L. RAMS 101920
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Our super God is our father. He is the main rot and trunk of the tree. We all souls are are branches. In material world father becomes the head in family and children become the branches. Blowing in wind beauty is created. We search and find nice family. This poem is excellently penned...5 stars.