The Tree

It is a tree
rooted in the depth of sorrow
Nourished of human blood
erected on human souls
Until now, this dawn

Here is a tree
That has longed for its share
of the bright summer sunlight
That has longed flood the skies

Now a shoot is off
Like a current of furious rivers
Ready for the stars
for the dream life
basking on the sunlight

It is a tree
growing in a heart full of skepticism
Devoid of trust