ive we wrote this poem again and made a few changes

We are the trees of life but not trees of words

Words flow with wisdom having more meaning then the renown

Passed with time and care Wisdom is held in the eyes,

For the eyes are the hourglass to our soul.

Someone with wisdom inquires faith in the light

That light would be those around them, faith in the people.

They will falter and most will fail but those that don’t bring us existence,

Quaint relativism that has been astray among generations, only to be found in one who has seen the dark

Threw the dark you’ll find a solitary light.

That light will be your guide, that guide will create a path only you can choose to follow