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.