The tree

We are growing, branches
spreading wide, blooming,
rooted deep within the earth.
Growing from east to west,
always searching for the best
soil to grow, to be our tree.

Beginning with mom and dad,
raising eight children here,
letting our tree blossom,
branches growing into the air,
various colours always welcomed
a meltingpot; marked as our tree.

More than seventy souls we are
the youngest born on newyearsday,
living as a family, near, far,
always in touch with all.
Foreign names are added to ours
we blend in, assimilate, we must.

And as our leaf will fall,
our tree will grow further,
making their own branches,
adding names in our tree:
blond, brown, black, red headed,
all part of our family tree.