The Blossoms From the Tree of Life

When blossoms fall From the tree of life Their ash will feed its roots And bloom away the strife These ambassadors of hearts and smiles And handshakes These caretakers of souls Theses brothers and sisters And mothers and fathers And husbands and wives And grandmothers and grandfathers And friends of friends of friends Who hugged life with happiness And white orchids Who embraced the sick without fear Who opened homes to students Who joined faiths Who shared humor Who laughed with gentle spirit Who cooked meals for neighbors Who knew community These blossoms from the tree of life Of life Of life Blooming again and again and again No evil shall stop these blossoms More life will prevail More trees will bloom Like vines on hills blooming in the sun Like wild flowers in fields And rose bushes in gardens Sweet roses, blooming for 97 years Nothing will stop the multiflora rose Or honeysuckle or wisteria or lantana They will bloom in spite of prejudice In spite of bias In spite of hostility In spite of this drought of kindness These blossoms Of Irving Of Melvin Of Rose Of Bernice and Sylvan Of Jerry Of Joyce Of Richard Of Daniel Of Cecil and David Will come back year after year after year And our Trees of Lives Will grow taller and stronger And beneath their shade We all will rest in peace.