A majestic tree

I feel like I am home,
I feel alive.
From the smell of the earth
to the sweet scent of roses.

The aroma of life,
floats through the air.
It creeps through the forest
and up the canopy holes.

I see the trees swaying 
as it slows to a breeze.
I see a majestic tree,
that holds the memory of me.

The trees roots reach down,
deep into the soil.
It is alive in a part no tree has ever been
it went till the heart of nature.

It stayed there forever,
as seasons slowly passed.
I see the majestic tree,
That still holds a memory of me.