As above, so below;
For no one tree can grow,
With heaven as its home,
Less its roots reach down
Into the hell underground,
With the brighter the light they see,
The darker the soul can be.
In a life one could never forsake,
Left without light, and driven by hate,
In the dark one need always hold dear
The light within glowing bright and clear
For in the collective it is known
How the old saying goes
As above, so below
The deeper the roots go
The higher the limbs grow.