Beneath the protectionof its strong branches,I hear birds chirpingand singing their songs.The leaves rustleas squirrels raceto their nests.The tree is high,thick,and rough.There is a bud of a floweron top of the leavesthat I hope will bloom one day.And I see some birdsthat months from nowwill be miles away.Bits of bark float off into the airas leaves bow down gracefullyto the high and mighty winds.