Of the same tree,
producing unique paths,
We are different organs of the same body
that is the world
We are miniatures of the world,
each different, each the same
We are kin to other person;
Other plants, animals, even other matter.
We forget the matter because we forget our roots
As We are built of the same material
Are we alike!
I sense you as I sense myself.
Because Isn’t it that
One can only feel the pain in one spot?
Although the pain is overall
And all the need to hurt
Is because life is hurt
And we want to last
We cannot pain
Because one branch pains