I was a bud..
You nurtured me in your arms..
I bloomed into a flower..
You made thyself my pedestal..
Then I altered into a fruit..
But then.. you kicked me out..
The heart was hopeless..
As time flew by..
And then.. I matured into a tree..
And then.. I knew.. You kicked me out..
Just to let me become a tree..
And now I've grown..
To your shoulders height..
And now I know..
The mother doesn't just show true love..
Nay! For true love is the mother herself..