Tree In a Forest

I'm in a crowded place. Others brush my limbs. We look so much the same, I easily fit in. No one knows my name. I am one of them, firry and firm with a little junk in the trunk. Wispy and thin, I flow with the breeze. I'm a little shady, but stay if you please as long as you'd like. I've no teeth to bite. If you come closer, I won't walk away. I've no legs to go. I'm here every day. The great outdoors is where I sleep. They're all I've known. My roots are deep. This crowded forest is my home. By: Juliet Ligon Motif: Nature