Fruit of the Tree

Beneath the branches, shadows fall. Whispers of secrets, ancient call. Roots run deep,

where stories grow. The fruit of the tree is all we know.

Oh, taste the light, taste the fire. Sweet with hope, bitter with desire.

From sea to sky, it carries me. Life in the

fruit of the tree. Hands reaching upward, hearts believe. Every gift

the earth will weave. Golden skin, a crimson hue. Holding the promise

of something new. Oh, taste the light, taste the fire. Sweet with hope,

bitter with desire. From sea to sky, it carries me. Life in the