Living tree

Broken branches are very sad.
I watch it grow, I watch it dry.
But after all it comes alive.
From seed to plant.
From plant to tree.
I always wish it could stay with me.
I always knew the time will come.
 After all things doesn’t last for long.
I cared for it since childhood.
Now it’s it time to try.
 My emotion was sad.
but I was still really glad.
That by tree made it to the sky. As I look up and wonder how hard is life.
Saying to my self the tree of life.