Like a tree that’s pulled up by the roots
I have some signs of life yet I am doomed
When disconnected from the fertile earth
A tree will slowly die and lose its worth
So it is with people just as well
Some may look alive but who can tell?
When your loved one dies you’re ripped apart.
A tree uprooted crushed and given no thought.
Yet in the end a tree will turn to dust.
Earth to earth and ashes sate worms’ lust’
Does a thing destroyed enrich the earth?
From its ash a brave new tree is birthed
Eternal circles from our death and life
The weapon is the man, the earth the wife