The Tree

She stand alone, both tall and true
THe perfect picture of solitude
the soul of a woman encase in bark
with limbs that moves in a majestic arc

Alone she's faced the storms of life
the wind and rain and disease and strife
others gave up but no not she and
theres she stands for all to see
she's had her share of troubles and woes
but she made it through and still she grows
and like her too I still stand tall
though life beat me I will not
it might throw punches I may take a blow
but in the end I to shall grow
each storm I weather increases my strength
and beneath this skin my souls to thank
the elm and I we know what to do
we count on ourselfs to make it through