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 

[@the_vyrus]