The Lone Ranger and Other Poems [COMPLETED]

Poem 8 : Legacy

Life is like a tree
Birthed by animals
Planted on the soil
Thus a perfect seedling is born

Life once a seedling
That took in the rays of glistening
And absorbs water from the ground
Are like parents teaching their child
To learn to love and nurture to prosper
Thus the seedling grew taller
Until it became a tree and the cycles repeat
And at some point in time
After the next generation is formed
The older trees wilted and withered
But that does not mean that they are gone forever

Maybe they are right
That death is inevitable
But every time the a leave grows
It creates a whole new spectrum
Of memories and the fun times
Whereby we will always hold on and remember
To honour and commemorate
Even after they are gone
To learn to live life to the fullest
Even at the hardest point in life
We do not live to die
But instead we live to remember
Of those before us and to those after
But most importantly we live for those around us
To cherish and love
To be grateful and live
To build our own legacy
For others to remember
And finally
To live a life
Just so that we can make this world a better place