I am a tree

with roots that run deep

and branches that stretch

toward the sky.

My leaves rustle

in the gentle breeze,

a symphony of whispers

in the quiet of the day.

In the night,

I stand tall and proud,

a sentry watching over

the slumbering world below.

My bark is rough,

weathered by the passing of time,

but within lies a heart

that beats with the rhythm of life.

I am a tree,

a symbol of strength and resilience,

a reminder that even in darkness,

there is always light.