1
The tree of all life divides
The limbs and branches bifurcate,
Yearning growth shall not subside
The will of life will not abate

2
With men and leaves the same
Our family lines divide
Through this freely flowing vein
Life’s hope, the young derive

3
The branch from which you grow
Will tell you who is kin,
And all those we truly know,
Are those we call our friends

4
This simple truth of bloodline fire,
No greater gift is known,
Than knowing why our hearts aspire,
To forever cherish our own.

5
Like leaves we live and fall,
On branches we all abound
The graves that catch us all,
Are scattered on the ground

6
We all return to soil,
This fate for both is known
For seeds are grown like souls,
In death new life is sown

7
The ties that bind us taut,
Man’s family tree of souls
Are like leaves naturally wrought,
On branches perched on knolls

8
While deep within the roots descend,
Life’s intercourse with ground
At each and every sunray’s end,
Stirs life, in mysteries bound

9
In this endless cycle of life,
The past is future true
The days follow the starlit nights,
As the sun gives way to the moon

10
The tides slowly ebb and flow,
As mountains rise and fall
Winters warm to summers’ glow,
And spring gives birth to all

11
Life’s chance is in the center
Between the dark and light,
Outward, it grows, from the inner
As diverging patterns fight

12
The voids define the forms,
And the chaos stirs the order
For all opposing forces burn,
Brightest at their border

13
To each and every living thing
The call of life will enthrall,
From the mysteries, up we spring,
Then to them back we fall

14
The worm awaits its feast
Our master in the ground,
The most becomes the least
Our death to dust is bound

15
Like leaves we have a season,
We pass through life so fast
And no one knows the reason,
That youth and life can’t last

16
All life awaits its chance
To grow and plant its seed,
And hope the future grants
Its single greatest need

17
To be a part of life
With roots secured in ground,
While through the bitter strife
New hopes are made or found

18
To reproduce the best
And minimize our faults,
And through our lives attest,
By that which we exalt!

19
To know of things greater
Than the small part we play,
To know what Creator
Produced us from the fray

20
For leaves and men the same
Our time is frail and brief,
Cruelty has not been tamed
Nor fairness worth belief

21
Some leaves wither and die,
Because they grew too low
And others, perched up reaching high,
Shall never peaceful shadows know

22
For growing high, up above
Has many sights unseen,
Like the moist gift to all beloved,
The silky-shaded dues that gleam