In a woods, stood a tree so tall,

Its branches reach out.

It's leaves in the gentle breeze,

A beauty that can't copy.

Through the seasons, it stands strong,

With it's roots , where it belong.

Birds nested within on it's branches,

In autumn, it's birds turns to gold,

A truth that it is to be seemed.

But as winter comes, it sheds its leaves,

Yet still it stands.

Oh tree, you are very nice,

A symbol of strength in this earth.

Forever standing, through joy,

Teaching us the value of life.

written by

FASIL