My Family is like a tree

Roots, as Ancestry

They are the beginning

Providing the vitalizing

Living water

For the coming youth

So naïve

And parched

From them

We All

Are ever taught to grow

In the Son’s light

The Trunk

Our support

And fortification

Grandparents continuing the irrigation

To a younger generation

Prayers as Bark, our protection

The Branches

Parents who nurture

Distributing,

The Life as best they can

To Us

The Leaves

The ever-budding children

Thirsty

They who receive drink in

Less continue to sin

End

Falling

Falling

Fallen

Lifting up their eyes