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The tree of life has left it's hole,
The ground was shaken loose.
Red are it's leaves, some shade of orange, and even shades of blue.

The tree of life has wilted,The oxygen could not undo,
The years it tried to survive and how strong and nice it grew.
When life throws you a curve ball, that you can't seem to hit.
The power of the mind you see,
tries no to let you quit.


And in the sorrow of a loss,
your walls are broken down.
Asking if the tree has fallen,
will it make a sound?


The roots are all whats left now,
 the base in which it stood.
The bark no longer sturdy,
the branches are quite few.

NOW I wonder how my world,
would change from this point on.
The tree of life is what held my past
and now is dead and gone.

In all this pensive mind,
I still have will to see.
My family remains alive,
That's all I need to breathe.

and in my search to find a place
and gather new beginnings,
I realize it's not the end,
the journey is decieving,

cause when I wake and see my life,
I realize the truth I seek.
and in confusion and despair,
I find a strong relief.
That in this world we plant a seed
and rarely watch it grow.
and when time passes fast enough,
you remmeber what you sowed.
and at the end when you look back,
in time you realize.
the tree of life has risen,
shooting up high up to the sky.

New memories are created,
new lives new things to see.
The tree of life continues on,
cause it's a part of me.