Life is like a tree
And everyone has a life
So, everyone must have a tree...
The tree of life.
We all have roots
Deeply atached to the ground
The ground of values and origins
From what of us all are made from...
Then up comes the trunk
The strongest part...
Usually unbreakable
Even from the worse harms
The harms of Nature.
Then the branches...
The developed branches
Developed by our own choices
By our own adaptipude
The adaptitude to environment...
Some branches develop
Turn green and some leaves are born
Others, just fall, like the leaves
Consequences of our own choices...
When we choose a branch
And decide to not develop another
We will never know what fruit
What leaves and flowers it would
It would have given...
The fact is, branches develop
And turn into flowers, leaves
And most of all, fruits...
The fruits of our own work...
But what happens when there's no more fruit?
When we actually cannot see the results?
Good intentions are not always enough
There's always needed something more...
Love, loyalty, respect...
We all know this values
We all fight for them,
Or at least we should...
Not every "Tree of Life" can give fruits
Oh cruel Nature, Oh cruel life
Only the strongest survive
Only the most adapted survive
All the others will be always eliminated...