Seasons of the Sentinel

As a tree, I am a sentinel of life,

My roots entrenched, my bark rife.

I sway and dance with season’s rhyme,

In spring, I bloom in colorful chime.


Summer’s sun, I provide a verdant bower,

My leaves rustling in perfect power.

Autumn’s hues, my golden crown,

As I shed my leaves, a bittersweet frown.


Winter’s chill, I stand stark and bare,

But deep within, a spark of fire I bear.

A symbol of life, a witness to all,

My emotions reflect humanity’s call.

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