Stephen Paul Tolmie Libros

Life . . . Lust . . . The Shattering Of Hearts

The Tree of Life The tree of life is so like man, ever stretching to the skies It s branches ever reaching upwards, as though to heaven above Like man s quest here on earth, to reach for that high unknown The tree requires the staples of life, for its very existence here But man in his slight wisdom, knows these details all too clear The tree roots, securely planted, are not allowed to roam But man s feet here on earth. Have mobility all their own Unlike the tree, man does possess a single separate entity A brain you see, though seldom used, a total shame indeed The tree of life depends on man, for its daily life s survival Man depends on his own life s skills to hopefully see his tomorrow Which is a sad virtue, for his thinking process is not always clear He makes good and bad decisions, its effects are not yet known Man should take his life s lessons, from the tree of life pursuit As our single life s true purpose, to reach for heaven above As the tree stretches forth its limbs, ever skyward, in its growth We should heed this very lesson, and praise the Lord above For all that He has done for mankind and this our earth as well