by Carole Rose Livingston
There is more work to be done,
More work to be done,
For this tree to bear fruit,
We will water this tree with all our tears
For the ones who are not here.
For the ones who cannot reap,
We will weep.
And we will nourish this tree with all our prayers
For the children: the harvest will be theirs.
For the green and peaceful years to come,