Tree

Life is like a tree.

We are seeded and we born.

We raise ourselves with the protection of the leaders of the group.

We flower and start to look like a grown-up.

We start bearing fruits and our relationships with others increase.

Our life gets worse and gets better just like the leaves get brown in the fall.

Our being reproduces and gives birth to new ones, similar to us.

Our contribution to the community declines.

Our presence doesn´t make sense anymore.

We are burdens to the community.

Our place is taken by younger elements.

And, to complete the cycle,

We die.

Pedro Nunes