Tree

Rooted on fertile soil My stance challenged by life's storm Only my leave and fruit are spoiled As my bark bites back at the wind like nothing I wonder would I have survived it as a sampling Floods worry me before resting Then I remember that my family created foresting Now soul is uplifted as I bask in the sun My heritage goes deep Nature is where my roots run Sometimes mountain are steep Who said my life is fun? It took my year for me to be me These are my thoughts as a tree.