A TREE

TREE
You can trace my root deep down to the earth crust
That is why I fear no frost or dust
I dance to the sway of natures disturbing air
I am gentle and cool yet you take me for granted
I toil every day and night for toil to provide you with food
Even when I am in the mood
With my flesh I made the weak strong and well
With my bones I provide you with security
With my smile you express love as there is no poem as me
with my feathers I cast in shadows for comfort
my waste your new material
my breath your life
for all I care you can take this as a warning
as a less of me increases the risK of global warming
I look up to the sky every second an cry
Yet you smile wannabes wont let me be
My name is tree I was made to be free

JAYLA