A child for me is a God's seedling
A being plant-like that's newly sprung in spring.
It needs good soil, food and fertilizer
Water, sunlight and proper care:
From parasites it should be free,
For it to grow strong, pliant and healthy.

As time passed by the season change
Summer has come there aint no rains,
The trees were exposed to the hot rays of the sun
Summer is a trial for them to overcome;
Some trees remain blooming with thick foliage
Others wither but have fight till the last.

Some have managed to have some healthy fruits
Others cant even sip a drop of water from their roots,
Some have given up because of the drought,
Others are pallid and remain stagnant from growth;
Some trees are carefree 'cause water they stored
Others are jocund in company cause preparation they wrought.

As summer passed the autumn comes
So all the trees have to change at once
Some are ready from whatever may befall
All of them knew that their leaves will fall;
It's gonna be a hardship for one and all
But they have to struggle and face an autumn toil.

Some trees can't make it, their trunks were bent
Others so careworn and some even lament.
Some tried to make it with all their might
Hoping someday they'll see the light;
And so the trees sticked with their fight
Ready to face anything till the end of the night.

And the night is over the winter dawn breaks
Over the trees trunk fall the snowflakes
The thin barked ones quivered in chill
The amply covered ones remain standstill;
The weather's just the same to those adapted
But to the tyro, a lot of coat they added.

Some have in their trunks a rock of snow
How they're gonna handle it? They don't know.
Some sturdy trees offered their help
To their needy neighbors who yelp for help;
Some sturdy trees even refuse a lending hand
But they never did see the rising of the sun.

When winter is over, welcome the birth of spring
And all of the trees have waxed one annual ring,
In their new birth, they long to zoom
They wanna have some buds for sumner bloom;
All of them yearn for summer boons
Hoping they will survive lots of autumns.

To some trees life's a blessing, to some a bane
And most of them have waxed and waned
Life is an up and down motion it's a law
It's a rule that every tree will follow;
There is a time for reverly, a time for grief
It's not alone for pleasure that we live.