Humans are like trees,
Flourishing and booming in their season,
Withering and dying out of season,
Time isn't a luxury for them,
So they must be celebrated in their time
Humans are like trees,
When you have worked hard to make them grow,
They are to bring forth fruits.
When they grow and bring forth fruits,
Appreciate and celebrate them
Humans are like trees,
When it's their season,
And they manifest in the fullness of glory,
Don't just eat from them and leave,
Don't just use and dump them,
Appreciate their importance to you
Humans are like trees,
Without the luxury of time,
The little you get from them in their season,
The impact they had on you when it's their time,
Never forget them,
Celebrate them forever
No dead tree is celebrated,
But it can be remembered,
Cultivate the habit of celebrating people during their lives,
Not after they have faded away,
Only the living are meant to be celebrated,
The dead, remembered
Thank you for your time.
My pen doesn't bleed, it speaks, with speed and ease.
Still me,
My tongue is like the pen of a ready writer.
Olawalium; (Love's chemical content, in human form). Take a dose today: doctor's order.