You see that tree over there?
That's you.
Its thick trunk with all of its scratches and imperfections
Represent your whole existence,
From the moment you were born,
Till the day you will die.
The footsteps you followed,
The path that you led
With every failure and every accomplish.
Like a map of your life.
The leaves stand for your memories.
They come and go,countless memories growing and growing,
And once the tree has reached its life- span and the leaves fall on the ground,
Such do the our memories,forgotten with age.
The roots hugging the underground hungrily
Are all the generations that lived before you
That brought you to this world and encouraged you to grow
Your family and legacy.
