Trees Etc.

Gnarled trunk full of scars radiating golden energy
Your spiral trunk and limbs wave
Saying hello to all who pass by
 
You welcome all the forest creatures with open arms
True acts of service without expecting in return
Shade, safety, comfort, succor
You’ve faced many battles and never complain
 
With a pine smell that tickles the olfactory senses
You are the old hardware store in the forest
An oasis in the city providing a home for many
 
And as the wind gently whistles through your boughs
Provides a serenade that says, welcome back, I’ve missed you