Mother’s Tree

A Mother went out into the open field.
She came out and said the following words:

Now a Family tree will come into being. It does grow!
And everyone will be marveling at its glow.
On that Tree, the fruits are all golden and ripe all year round,
And the birds sing wonderful songs aloud.
That is my Tree, the Tree of the Kin grows.
And above it the set of prayers, like Heavens, flows.
My words keep it safe!