Like a tree,
I'm just one part,
Of the branch,
An he,
Is the stock of all the limbs,
Together we stand tall,
But without the other,
We would wither and die.
God is the air,
That we breathe,
Our love is what nutures,
Makes it grow,
The tree,
Wouldnt be nonthing without these,
Each leaf,
That sprouts,
Is caressed,
By a touch,
Or by a kiss,
That is given,
Without regret,
The vow of life itself,
Is what has given us,
The strength,
To stand,
Or to bend in the wind,
An to continue to merge,
As one,
An with all.