Life and Death of a Tree

Written by: Cathy Holmes

My roots are strong surrounded by dirt. I am watered by the down pour of rain, 
and 
sprinkled water. As I start to grow and come alive I become stronger by the 
nourishment 
I receive. The sun beats down on me and stimulates my growth, and I am 
comforted. My 
leaves begin to turn green and stick out like a small birds feather. I am looked 
upon 
and admired for my outer beauty. I begin to get stronger and stronger and then I 
start 
to shed, and my leaves fall away. seasons change and I feel cold and stiff as I 
turn 
brown in color. My beauty decreases as I age then I die, but yet I return from 
death 
just to start life all over again.