There is a branch
for you to sit upon
with a beautiful view.

Climb up into her arms,
and stay for a spell.

Feel her roots, her bark,
her branches, her leaves.

She is shade, shelter,
a home, a hide-away.

She is an escape.

She rocks you to sleep
in your hammock.

She holds up your bird feeder,
your wind chimes,
and your decorations.

She embraces anyone
who loves to climb.

In the spring she offers life,
and in the fall
she gives her own.

She does not judge.

She just is.