The Old Charred Tree

Big arms reach out to me
beckoning for a friend
Charred, burnt black but beautiful
more wondrous than the southern aurora
enchanting like the mysterious night sky
the odd one out
a moon against the starry sky
once a bed with a blanket of leaves
a busy city full of insects and bees
sucking its treasures
now bare but home to owls and possums
hiding place for magical creatures and fairy tales
life, memory, hope
exited to go outside
and go through a magical portal
to a land of myth and dreams
dream-maker
marvellous, magical, it is my best friend
taking away the bad days
the old charred tree

This tree is special to me because it is enchanting, beautiful, old and in my garden. Also, who wouldn't love this tree?