I'm a Tree


I'm not a flower 
I don't live for your pamper 
I don't need you watering me 
So not multi coloured, I'm green 
I stitch through time 
To save nine 
I die at autumn 
And rise at spring 
I weather the winter storm 
To shine at summer 
When my branches fall off 
I grow them back 
When my head is chopped off 
I grow a pack 
When the sun shines 
I reach for the rays 
When it's cloudy skies 
I reach for the grays 
I head well fitted up 
And my feet well rooted down 
I'm not to be broken by harsh weathers 
Or held down by birds with heavy feathers 
Tho the lightening tear me apart 
Or the thunder clap on my back 
I don't die a sudden death 
I'm the meek that inherit the earth 
I'm not made for the soft hearted 
I'm not a flower 
I'm a tree 
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