Oxygen

Kids are like trees,
They grow in the summer,
Acquiring more rings,
The older they get.

They require the solid, central trunk,
Of a loving and caring family,
Before they can branch out.
But still those branches,
Remain connected to it.

Each will attempt to reach the sun,
And in their own ways,
Most will succeed.

According to their nature
They will live in copse or orchard,
Wood or forest,
Bringing their unique fruit,
And foliage to the world.

We must nurture them both,
As they will provide the oxygen,
For the future of humanity.