I am a magnificent Baobab tree who stands tall with thick wood!
The sun kisses my leaves that display a brilliant array of shades which were never even thought to come to be.
An ecstatic feeling radiates throughout my roots.
I am vigorous.
I can fend off anything that may threaten my ability to love zealously.
I am unstoppable.
My wood will never rot.
Then, winter came.
I am a tiny, fragile tree with no foundation.
A storm is throwing me in all directions with it\'s bullying winds.
Nothing can heal my broken branches.
All my leaves have fallen off.
I am naked.
No one is there to shelter me.
I am dying.
Nothing can save me.
The elderly women who feed the birds quietly watch as I deteriorate over time and laugh.