Beneath the sun's warm, gentle gaze,
A sapling tall, I planted today,
In memory of a mother dear, Her love, a beacon, ever clear.
Her roots, like this tree's, ran deep and wide, Embracing all, with love as guide. Her branches spread, a sheltering shade, Where weary souls found solace, solace made.
With every leaf that unfurls in light, Her memory blooms, ever bright. Her spirit lingers, in every breeze, A gentle whisper, bringing ease.
May this tree grow strong, its roots so deep, As her love did, for every soul it would keep. A symbol of her life, a testament true, Her love for us, forever new.
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