By: A.J
Photo by Joey Kyber

Roots planted deep
Sources of trees to keep
existed and live

They never complain
nor grumble about never-ending chain
Unseen, deep within

Oak trees rejoice
Spring up dozens of majesty
Radiate pure energy

Young people arise
Clothed in visions of paradise
Honor your parents

Postscript: These words were actually my 3-5-3 haiku (s), which i rearranged later to be this short poetry. Reminisced about my mother as a single parent who sheds sweat and tears to raised me and my sister until this stage of life.

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Published by Aldy Jeremia