Word Tree

  We are  the roots
spread far and wide
Are joined together with pride

The word, the energy
a thought, the seed
each day we grow

Into many branches
each bud creating
leaves as words

Many form to fall
onto the paper
that waits

This becomes a dictionary
made from the original
seed, the tree

Color me purple
color me green
Color we create

from the leaves
on the tree to
the flowers

Each petal the jewel
To crystallize that
magic spark

That is felt in the heart
Music created as strings
are plucked

Sap from the trees
and the flowers
the juices flow

Into pearl drops- fall
magical crystals
to perform

The way the light falls
in the sunsets
the sunrise

Light on the water
forever change
sparkling bright

The river of life
that turns into rain
creating life again 

Rain feeds the seed
makes it grow into
the tree of life

That creates the words
and the paper that waits
for them to fall upon

Never ending story 
The circle of life
Continues