the Tree

the tree, a metaphor for religion

 

The Tree

As remains eternal

 

 

In the beginning, there was just a seed

Perhaps it was shed from another living being, another tree, but it may just be

 

It planted and grew, neighbors some flourishing and some struggling

Some may never come to fruition, some may disappear beneath the ground

 

 

But our seed continued to fight

It gained caretakers to help it grow

It gained followers, eager for its success

It grew respected and tangible

It became concrete

 

One day it became a tree

Firm roots, attaining branches

Grounded in its beginnings

Reaching for its ending

 

 

When Fall came, so did the colors

The leaves fell, individual lives lost

 

 When Winter came, all is dead

The leaves are gone, the life is gone

 

When Spring came, the tree was in rebirth

New leaves, new lives

 

When Summer came, the trunk grew wider

New layers, new living

 

 

And so repeats the seasons

Each ring, each generation

Living the lives of their ancestors

Reaching towards the infinite sky