The White Tree

When obscured by ignorance,
Divided from its root,
There’s no longing to advance
The principle of good.

What was planted long ago
In ancient times of need
Has no chance to further grow
When we no longer seed.

When the concept’s not pursued
It stays a barren tree,
Lost within a darker wood,
Most difficult to see.

Only once it lives again
Amongst the growing few,
Back into the minds of men,
The thought can branch anew.

The idea of righteousness,
Embraced upon belief,
Can erase the hatefulness
And grow a newfound leaf.

Goodness is allowed to sprout
When it’s been given room.
Only when we stay devout
Can it forever bloom.

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A philosophical dreamer with a passion for self-reflection and contemplating life. He’s serious about helping people with the insights he gathered, but playful in the way he communicates his wisdom. He left a career as environmental engineer behind, in favor of becoming a personal development coach and thought-provoking writer.

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