In this, big lively forest stands one tree,
He looms, as tall as his neighbours
While his leaves rustle in the wind.

His huge branches wave like lazy jellyfish arms and legs,
His leaves, like thin bananas,
But as curly as pencil shavings.

As he gets older and older, he passes his friends,
Growing as tall as a giraffe
Towering over a herd of zebras.

His wet skin peels off, now and then,
Day after night,
Waiting to grow a new coat of delicate bark.

Reaching up, up into the sky, trying to stretch into space,
Into the big, blue blanket
Covering everything from its own adventures.

Always staying strong, through rain, droughts, lightning:
He is the nature giant in his forest,
He is the statue in his own museum.