The Branch Grows Poem by Saint Eule

How the branch grows,
Tiny buds like tiny toes.
Grandchildren laughing and crying,
New life to replenish the dying.

A new leaf appears,
A tiny one to my sons wife.
The birds sing and the crickets fiddle,
They celebrate around the tree of life.

Family soon to meet,
Along the lake of memories past.
Little booties on their feet,
A re-union of all the camps at last.

All the years gone by the elder knows,
Time goes quickly as the branch grows.