We are but a tree, 
                                            A sapling young,  
                                           From the Ground,  
                                            Upward Sprung. 

                                            Green and frail,  
                                             Fragile-fresh,  
                                              But a twig,  
                                             In battle dress. 

                                              Bud to leaf, 
                                             Sprout to limb, 
                                             Thread to root, 
                                             No longer thin. 

                                               In the end, 
                                           Knowledge grown, 
                                           Spread through out, 
                                          Our leaves are blown. 

                                            We are but a tree, 
                                            A sapling young, 
                                            From the ground, 
                                            Upward sprung. 

                                                  *** 


                                            Klenthi Luthera