I am a magnificent, towering tree.
I have survived storms while my friends have collapsed around me.
My leaves are lush and emerald green.
My rough bumpy bark is my shield that protects me from the evil of the cold frosty wind.

My branches sway peacefully as the swallows swoop over my head.
Owls are cuddled up amongst my safe and hollow trunk.
My nuts have gone, the squirrels have hidden them as they hibernate on and on.

I've seen destruction and sadness.
I've felt the pain stab through my heart.

I know the answers and the ways of life but no one ever listens to me,
after all I am a tree.