This poem was dually inspired by the photo and a writing prompt on Medium that called for a piece on the branches of the tree of life.
The branches are celebrated
For their food and their fruit
Photosynthesis their gift
But they’d be nothing without the root
The branches produce leaves
Providing shade from its shoot
Scented flowers also sprout
But nothing grows without the root
Providing shade from its shoot
Scented flowers also sprout
But nothing grows without the root
The branches spread wide
Giving the world a salute
On behalf of the noble trunk
But all respect to the root
Giving the world a salute
On behalf of the noble trunk
But all respect to the root
The branches of one tree
An apple everyone’s pursuit
Promised knowledge or life
But both were buried in its root
An apple everyone’s pursuit
Promised knowledge or life
But both were buried in its root
Our family tree had few branches
Adorned with vines we’d recruit
Yet when grandma passed
The tree splintered without its root
Adorned with vines we’d recruit
Yet when grandma passed
The tree splintered without its root
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