The Tree In My Yard

In my yard stands a tree tall and sturdy lone like a hermit, regal like an empress her roots dug deep her branches touching the heavens peeking behind the sky's veil She is in love with the Wind sometimes he comes down stealthily tickling her tender parts and whispering..... sweet nothings in her ear overall she is still Still...... like waters without ripples She stands upright brooding over the saga of struggle from a sapling to a towering giant Indeed a tryst with destiny! Under the summer sky braving the smarting beams she remained uncomplaining Below the thundering clouds bearing a thousand needle pricks she stayed nonchalant When storms swept across bending her branches in all directions she stood on firm feet unwavering She tells a tale of struggle and survival she had stood there before I was born Now she displays every scar and every stripe on her corrugated bark as a proud trophy Sometimes I feel her pain when wet and dripping in pouring rain or scorched in the sun's fiery rage Yet she holds an umbrella over all who come to her in sun and rain