i  
                                            am a single 
                                     tree standing all  alone
                              my branches are weak they creak
                        and moan my leaves are withered tattered
                 and brown effortlessly breaking falling to the ground
                          blanketed in lifes winter feeling so cold
                            through the many seasons i grow old
                                     watered and nurtured
                                           i stay strong
                                              branches 
                                            whistle invites 
                                            for birds to tag 
                                            along my trunk
                                             remains firm
                                             and set in the 
                                             ground small
                                            sprouts of grass
                                            growing all around    
   i have stood many years and hopefully for many more because
      my trunk is my soul and my standing task is my only chore