Family Tree

In the garden of life, a tree stands tall,

Its roots entwined, embracing all.

From soil rich with stories, deep and wide,

The family tree grows, our hearts as its guide.

Each branch a tale, a history spun,

Of laughter, of heartaches, of battles won.

Leaves whisper secrets of dreams once dreamed,

In the sunlight of love, where hope is redeemed.

Grandparents’ wisdom, like bark, strong and wise,

Shielding the young from the stormy skies.

Parents, the trunk, steadfast and true,

Nurturing blossoms in every hue.

Siblings, like branches, twist and weave,

In games of joy, in moments we grieve.

A tapestry woven with threads of our kin,

Through trials and triumphs, we gather within.

Cousins and aunts, uncles and more,

A chorus of voices, an open door.

In gatherings filled with stories and cheer,

We celebrate bonds that grow year by year.

Though seasons may change, and leaves may fall,

The roots remain firm, the love, our call.

For in every heartbeat, in each memory,

Lies the essence of us, the family tree.

So here we stand, with arms interlaced,

A legacy cherished, a life well embraced.

In the garden of time, let’s nurture and grow,

The roots of our love, forever aglow.