mirrored by a tree.

twisted bark and carved archeslife has etched it's mark on memy roots run deep and so do my cracks I'm standing tall, but scared I'll fall.my shadow is a giver, my soul-a takerI reap from the ground only to have my fruit ripped from me. I reach for the heights, and must contend with nature's laws,time, season and gravity. strangers lean on me, they stop to catch their breath then move on as they please...occasionally they'll nest for a while if the weather so conspires till autumn comes like clockworksending them off in pursuit of more just as my leaves start to fallleaving me out there, a lonely bared soul.i see the smoke from firesfueled by my brothers and wonder what fate awaits me, will i burn or will i rot, will be carved into something fancybe set on a pedestal to be shown off polished and cherishedfor the rest of my lifeor maybe I'll always be simply a treerooted to a spot but altogether freeto embrace my constant friend -the wind, and longingly wait for spring.