What have we but branches

that reach for the sky?

Upwards, we're growing,

There's no telling how high.

What have we but leaves

Which inevitably fall?

With shifting of seasons,

There is change for us all.

What have we but memories

Of all that we've known?

Downward we're spreading,

From seeds that were sown.

What have we but ourselves

And the roots that will hold,

Our potential and importance

In futures untold?

What have we but roots

No matter how far we’ve roamed?

In a world ever- turning,

Forever our home.