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.
