From planted seeds, trees have grown.
My hope, regards this scene, is to remind you of home.
Rooted and grounded have the trees come to be.
From different forests, though, are both you and me.
Yet, like one tree that grows and bares many branches:
Rather northward, to the south, eastward, or to the west;
And no matter where fruits from a tree are selected.
I want you to know we're still connected.