Life Of A Tree.

Winter's chill has biten its branches bare several times, summer sun burnt its cover with a promise in the air. yet It stands defiant, strong by answering nature's call, It gives oxygen to living creatures for a vital breath, and fruits of bounty, a sweet reward, in death though life is cruel, with storms and scorching sun, It serves with grace without complaining. they are silent witness, to the ages' flow, you may call it a symbol of strength where life grows, the humble tree, a creature of the earth, a testament to beauty, from its very birth.