Its like planting a sapling
Nurturing it with your own blood
Protecting it from nature's wrath
Until it became a tree
Bountiful with leaves
Greener than youthful kales 
With the earth its root integrated
Waiting and watching
Only to expirtate it?
Why planted it in the first place?
Was that the end of such a propitious creation? 
Or was it simply a glorious transition to a better place?
Branches began to smile with the horizon shadowing the width
of the ocean
Roots deeper than Egypt's sinkhole
Bearing fruits profusely