Soul of a Tree

I stand strong and very tall- My leaves are given every fall- People come, and people go- My leaves I gracefully wish to show- Most people really do not look at me- For if they did my true beauty they’d see- Every year I grow an inch- That time to me seems much a cinch- For I have lived many long years- Waiting for unruly ears- To hear the secrets given to me alone- For I am silent much as a stone- But every now and then- Much like a sleeping bear within his den- I come to life, I speak my mind- Some people to me will find- I have much to say, for them to hear- Secrets hidden amongst a tear- Of friends, of love, of heartbreaking tragedies- But also of the ones of remedies- Of new found hope, they tell me stories- Since of the secrets they have no worries- For I have much to say, to them to hear- Secrets forgotten amongst my tear-