The world may chew me up and spit me out. But you always provide protection. The sun starts fires and makes sticks burn. But you always provide shade. The worst part is that I feel like I'm not good enough to be under your branches. When the storm hits, and you fall down, I'll build a village. When your leaves change color and your branches are bare, I'll still be there, standing in your shadow. You make the forest seem complete, without you, the world would crumble. Your roots reach far into the dirt, touching the heart of the earth. Giving us something to love. Bad things happen, and they always will, but only you hold the true secrets. I'll save a branch from your dying trunk. Thank you for being a shoulder to lean on.
