The trees of life…
They crave our attention…
We show our love…
Is there no redemption…

We love of children…
From the day they are born…
We nurture their love…
Protect them from the thorn…

From a little seed…
Then a twig to a branch…
From wearing diapers…
To big boy pants…

We teach them skills…
Give them solid roots…
We feed them knowledge…
Will they bear new fruits…

We teach them about manners…
We do our best…
But they forget to say thanks…
As they fly from the nest…

Then they ignore us…
As we grow old and worn…
Forget from whence they came…
Blow their own brass horn…

The trees of life…
They crave our attention…
We show our love…
Is there no redemption…

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