THE TREE

Tree

 In the middle of this man 
as a tree I grew
 Even  God though
  Mother's womb
  That’s the way of the residue
  To be born
 I too was not ashamed to be born through the remains of a bird
Under the tree to the Buddha
  Got wisdom
  That's when the fig tree sprouts
  Jesus said he would come back
 To the one who kept me
And One who scolds me
 I gave the sun shade
 For how many birds
  I gave the place to build the house,
 Build the swing
 I gave the paste to shake
 Man to breathe
  I converted carbon-dioxide into oxygen
 During the rainy season
 Stand aside
 I Gave them umbrella
  I have given you so much
  You are nailing me and hurting me
  You cut the branch and burn it
  You are rubbing in me to quit smoking
 How much love you have for me
 How many exchanges do I have
  You did
 Dude !!
  It's okay if you stand on a tree
 Put a seed on your doorstep
 I will wood and give you all this again

Nathan 

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