I stand tall, rooted deep in earth’s embrace, a silent witness to life’s ebb and flow,
Through seasons danced and weathered storms, I face, a humble sentinel, the tree that’s grown,
Beneath the sunlight’s gentle kiss, I thrive; my leaves an emerald cloak, a crown of green,
With each breath, I exhale a gift alive, releasing oxygen, a sacred sheen,
My branches reach like arms to touch the sky, caressed by winds that whisper nature’s song,
In each sway, a whispered lullaby, a gentle rhythm that has played so long,
I’ve seen the world in cycles, swift and slow, as generations come, and seasons pass,
From tender sapling to a tree aglow, I’ve witnessed life’s continuum en masse,
Creatures find solace in my welcoming shade, nesting birds and squirrels that nimbly roam,
A sanctuary where dreams are gently laid, a haven where the weary find a home,
But time weaves its patterns through my rings, each mark a story etched within my core,
The joys, the sorrows, all that life brings, a tapestry of memories I store,
And when my final days draw near, I know I’ll nourish the earth, become a cradle’s bed,
From my decay, new life will gently grow, a legacy of love, long after I’ve shed,
So, let me stand, rooted in earth’s embrace, a witness to the wonders that unfold,
Through life’s ephemeral beauty and grace, I am the tree, a story yet untold.