Thoughts of a tree

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.