The Tree of Life

Gripped to the ground, my tree stands strong
birds sitting on top, my tree listening to their song
my tree blossoming beautiful and colourful flowers
not moving an inch in deadly storms for hours

looking upon the city, watching skyrises grow
in the night, a beam of light shines as its leaves glow
my tree watching years fly past
making powerful winds, creating a blast

this is my tree
the tree of life.