Life begins and eventually ends

Like a tree sprouted from seed

Then withers and rots

With sagging stems, and myriad leaves

On its stay

As it clutched to the soil

A tree firmly stood

Letting the wind decides

Which direction to take

Sometimes to the right

But always to the left

Even its stems break

Or its branches get hurt

It still permits the breeze

To choose its path

Until it reaches its time

Time to go back from where it belongs

And allow new existence

To feel the warmth

Of a beam of the sun

As it shone from the sky

Helping the fresh sprouts to go high

And face anything that lies