A Tree- a poem

I see a tree both strong and tall,

The years it took to grow.

The storms it weathered gracefully

And beauty it still shows.

IT offers shade on sunny days

With flowers in the spring.

Some bear fruit for us to have,

While winds make others sing.

THE bark, it differs with each tree.

Unto itself, unique.

Yet, each one has its beauty still

And each one, its mystic.

I see a tree both strong and tall

The stories it could tell.

But at the moment, underneath

Is where the flowers dwell.

Retm