the Yggdrasil is boundless love
the crown it wears, way up above
sends down its tendrils through the roots
and when their touch is bearing fruits
the Mother, oh so gentle, smiles
and when those fruits go through their trials
forgiving all, she understands
gathers them in, with helping hands
Author notes: https://allpoetry.com/contest/2793882-Couplet---Prompt
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