We are but the branches on a tree which is known as family
Just like branches we have spread out in different directions
Seeking our own perfections, and from our branch more
Branches will grow "this we all know ".
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Our super God is our father. He is the main rot and trunk of the tree. We all souls are are branches. In material world father becomes the head in family and children become the branches. Blowing in wind beauty is created. We search and find nice family. This poem is excellently penned...5 stars.