The Wise Tree

In human history, you just may see,
Past generations, compared to a tree.
In this type of analogy it is my belief,
That you and I are no more than a leaf.

My family would be a branch very small,
And each of the races, a branch that is tall.
All nourishment from roots in the ground,
Keeps a tree growing and standing so sound.

Our sustenance too is from roots to the past,
Feeding us truth and ideas that will last.
But here it ends, with the trees I've been among,
For I have never seen one that would kill its young.


By AFS