Thuja Giant

A Thuja Giant, bustling with luscious green leaves and swaying with every breath of wind
I breathe slow but rushed, like an impatient youngster
My roots drag into the floor weaving an intricate tunnel, searching for sustenance
They pulse, a heart beating monotonously
My trunk is a sheet of marble, smooth, cold and unfeeling
It stands as a shield for the soft inner flesh, vulnerable and scared
Thin yet long branches, fragile but covered in an abundance of soft leaf armour
My leaves easily swayed, almost bouncy but they stay strong and stagnant through all seasons
Insects chittering and feeding on me
They sustain me as I do them, protecting each other like a sacred cycle
Through all four seasons, I stay vibrant, full of life in the Summer and Spring and closing up in the Winter and Autumn
It feels like I was born yesterday, full of life and innocence
Where will I go when the earth is barren, my residents die out, when I finally succumb to the hands of time and breathe my final breath?