Blossoming in the spring time,
The birth of this strange thing,
Glowing amounts the dull grey sky,
Dressed in brown and pink.
The stillness as you breath in the world,
Yet you dance in time with windy chimes,
Growing tall and strong each day,
So much you’ve shed and left behind.
Your roots are deep,
Your brances wide,
Your arms are cut,
But you refuse to hide.
Through the rain and storm,
You refuse to fall,
A hard shell you have as skin,
Rings of wisdom hidden from all,
Many people walk right past,
Never stopping to get to know you,
To take in your beauty and your knowledge,
Alone you stand they have no clue.