The Cycle

They used to live there for as long as I was old

In a small tattered shed which they called home.

It was just one whom they loved a lot

Trusted, cared and for whom they thought.

There they grew a seed into a tree

As he grew so did the tree.

The tree grew tall and spread itself

Giving them shelter from rain and heat as well.

But that for whom they cared grew up

With branches constricted with leaves untouched.

There he went never seen again

In good times nor ever in their pain.

The tree stayed there now giving fruit

As if saying I won't go anywhere, as I have deep root.

They got old, could not walk

But only had the tree to talk.

The tree got old but then again there were new leaves and fruits,

The old now coming to an end

Would have again a beginning

Which would be fresh as new.