A tree of families
A leaf drops,
—– A soul descends
———- Unto the earth of my family.
Generations are gone
—– To the roots of the past
———- From leaves that became seeds.
—– To the descendants
———- Reminding them of the fruits of old.
The branches strong,
—– Some green, some dried
———- Upholding the family’s brand.
The names of those
—– That are long gone
———- Were written by river sprites.
We turn the rocks
—– And we can reveal
———- The magnitude of actions done.
If only I could rest in peace
—– Along with giants’ land,
———- And honour the name of those
—————That died to keep the tree upright.
To honour my family and my ancestors.