I did not choose my home, fate buried me here long ago
Forced to be still, bearing no voice of my own
Why do I live this nothing life, is it for past mistakes that I now atone?
The very nature of my existence, forbidden to roam
A complete and total surrender to the earth for she decides if I get to grow.
My branches get tall
My limbs grown long
Ive conquered many storms, gaining strength through them all
My scars give shelter, my holes give homes, my leaves give life and I give my all for others to roam
I stand here silent and stable, fruitful and resilient
Sitting still in nature while I bask in all her brilliance.