Tree Poem

A lone tree swaying in the midnight storm,
It seems he might tip over but no,
He is stronger than steel and will not give in.
This is my tree and he is strong and with him I belong.
He cares for me and I care him.
A tree is like a human, it regenerates, it breathes,
Alone it purifies the air, truly special!
He embraces me with his floury, smooth arms.
His tall and broad white limbs stretch out dancing in the evening sky while whistling a soothing tune.  
He is a refuge for wildlife.