How the tree is my mother

My mother comes to me, I call her my mother, but people think she’s not

I cry but my mother is always there, wrapping her arms around me,

I feel safe in her arms

She feeds me, gives me water,

She’s different but she is still my mother

The wind blows through her beautiful hair,

I paint her with dots, she tells me jokes, while the birds sing

Her laugh is beautiful, when the day comes her beauty shines

She’s my mother, she’s my home, she’s my mother