Fig Tree
The birds of paradise carried us to a new world were could show something new,
New, we were young, our ideas were scattered across the lands,
Far fetched and sometimes crazy,
But as slow time worked it’s magic, our roots of life and ideas grew closer,
As more time pilled on, our roots became entwined,
Bonds of trust and friendship,
But apart we were weak and powerless,
Our ideas of the future and the experiences of life we had melted together,
Creating the greet fruits of our labor and the in depth understand we have, together,
And now our fruits carry the seeds of a new generation,
A new generation to change, share and combined new ideas for a better future tomorrow,
One fig cannot change the great hunger of a single rain forest community,
But if hundreds are present change happens, and satisfaction achieved,
It takes the power of more than one to see drastic change and cooperation of all.