but at the touch of water, fresh twigs shoot up.
Humans are different-- we die, and that's the end.
Its roots and stump may rot,
Your mother was a vine growing near a stream. There was plenty of water, so she was filled with branches and with lots of fruit.
It was covered with leaves and heavy with fruit-- enough for all nations. Wild animals enjoyed its shade, birds nested in its branches, and all creatures on earth lived on its fruit.
