PoetessAurora
Bluelighter
God is an apple,
Which fell from the tree;
The tree on which all apples and oranges grow.
And lemons and cherries and other various berries,
They all seem to be similar in ways unknown.
Humanity is a tree,
Which roots have no source;
No source to stake much claim in.
So this is why the fruits fall to earth,
Giving birth to ideas that spread from the brain within.
Religion is bread in little ones heads,
Because religion feeds faith which breeds hope.
And with joy in their eyes, the masses all cry;
We are happy because our lifes have meaning.
Which fell from the tree;
The tree on which all apples and oranges grow.
And lemons and cherries and other various berries,
They all seem to be similar in ways unknown.
Humanity is a tree,
Which roots have no source;
No source to stake much claim in.
So this is why the fruits fall to earth,
Giving birth to ideas that spread from the brain within.
Religion is bread in little ones heads,
Because religion feeds faith which breeds hope.
And with joy in their eyes, the masses all cry;
We are happy because our lifes have meaning.
