From the ground it sprouted
Despite the lack of the sun
Strong and yet beautiful
The victory of life it had won
Leaves occupy the branches
And soon comes fruit
This tree just keep on giving
But was only nurtured at its roots
Soon others only reap their benefits
Of coming in contact with the tree
They pick each and every fruit
And then attack the leaves
And how baron this tree looks
The beauty has now left
But soon it will heal itself up
And start to give again
To give and not be appreciated
To have tears that others will never see
For the creation of life is a beautiful thing
That so many of us want to keep
The products of the struggle
The tree will never see
For it will give to the takers
And remain the giving tree