I stand firm in my soil
And I bow only to the wind.
I am rooted to ground
And have many limbs.
My skin of rough texture
Can be torn easily down.
My hair is a fluffy mop of green
That protects me from harmful rays.
My lofty penthouse arms
Are home to many airborne families.
My thick trunk
Houses many grubs.
I produce plentiful fruit
For both human and creature alike.
Children adore my indifferent attitude
And struggle up my wind-washed waist.
When I fall
I am a seat for many a traveler.
A sustaining substance
For those who need me most.
I am a peace lover.
I am a lover of the light.
I am a hope.
I am a guardian.
I am a shelter.
I am a source.
I am a home.
I am a chair.
I am a plaything.
I am a tree.
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