Tree Of Me

Running roots go deep,
Burrowing into the ground,
Finding pure water source,
Allowing life to flow to every leaf.

Blowing surface winds,
Standing tall and strong,
Wavering none in the storm,
Falling branches only.

Growing sweet apples,
Offering them to you,
Tempting they are,
Biting would be death.

Thinking about eating,
Taking one from me,
Enjoying its juices,
Praying forgiveness.

Drying of the well,
Withering away,
Falling for you,
Giving all I had.