Fierce, I may be
I'm ancient as time,
Never backing down,
I will always belong on this hard-Earth ground.
I sway with the wind,
Losing an occasional branch,
For I must be strong,
To outlast this storm.
The thunder rolls,
and the lightening strikes,
But I carry on,
Just like the critters of night.
I dance in the sun,
I shiver in the cold,
Always coming back,
Better than before.
But when my oxygen runs out,
And they must tear me down,
I still stand tall,
With my leaves and all.
I leave with peace,
As my journey ends,
But I will always be the tree,
That won't be missed.