Our fathers and mothers give light to who we are
The quest of understanding oneself starts in the past
Intertwined roots on a tree search deep and far
They seek water, food and holds the tree fast
The bark of what we are today
What others see at first glance
A mere veneer over rings of yesterday
Conduit of sap for the future's dance
Limbs of destiny reach to the sky blue
Bearing the seeds of what has yet to be
This bud to a leaf dressed with the morning dew
Caresses a leaf, a branch of another tree