I like the words tree of life
It weaves its way around my mind
Like a healthy vine
Working its way eagerly
Around any healthy hosts
I always picture it standing
In the middle of a field,
A marvelous spectacle out there
Silhouetted in the morning sun
Full plumage, healthy bird culture
I always feel at home
Under the tree of life
The grass is always greenest
Roots are always thickest
Qi is always fullest