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We are all the branches on the Tree Of Life. ♥
"The Tree Of Life"
The Tree Of Life, sustaining of its name,
Is so much more than just a trunk to claim.
Upon this tree, many branches grow,
Some high, some in between, some rather low.
Some are short, some are long;
Some are weak, some are strong.
Some are young, some are old;
Some are shy, some are bold.
Some blend in, some stand out;
Some are tiny, some are stout.
Some are smooth, some are rough;
Some are meek, some are tough.
Some have bark, some are bare;
Some are bland, some have flair.
Some are large, some are small,
But of the tree, we're part of, all.
The Tree Of Life, to which we all belong,
We either help to weaken or we help to make it strong.
When we all work together towards a common goal,
We benefit ourselves, but as well the whole.
When we work against each other,
Instead of with, as sister and brother,
We rob The Tree Of Life, depriving its nutrition,
Should the trend continue, destruction meet fruition.
Poems by Artsieladie /Artsieladie Sharon Donnelly
©2014-09-09 09:30:00 (EST)
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We are all the branches on the Tree Of Life. ♥
The Tree Of Life, sustaining of its name,
Is so much more than just a trunk to claim.
Upon this tree, many branches grow,
Some high, some in between, some rather low.
Some are short, some are long;
Some are weak, some are strong.
Some are young, some are old;
Some are shy, some are bold.
Some blend in, some stand out;
Some are tiny, some are stout.
Some are smooth, some are rough;
Some are meek, some are tough.
Some have bark, some are bare;
Some are bland, some have flair.
Some are large, some are small,
But of the tree, we're part of, all.
The Tree Of Life, to which we all belong,
We either help to weaken or we help to make it strong.
When we all work together towards a common goal,
We benefit ourselves, but as well the whole.
When we work against each other,
Instead of with, as sister and brother,
We rob The Tree Of Life, depriving its nutrition,
Should the trend continue, destruction meet fruition.
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Blog: http://artsieladie-heartbeats.blogspot.com/
Blog: http://artsieladie-quotes.blogspot.com/
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