The roots of the tree that made me
The heart of this tree that beats is me
My edges not smooth or perfect
They are ridged through the storms that life throws
But here I stand, my heart beats and I continue
to grow .
I flourish at times and my colours show
Other times I\'m bare , its not to scare
I have to go through the seasons
Times of change that eventually give
great reason.
I will continue to stand and grow for many years
I am this tree
There are lots of branches and beauty to me.