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