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I Am A Tree

I am easily recognized by my colors of green and brown beautifying the planet.
I am a much beloved and living canopy under the beautiful blue sky.
I often grow several hundred feet tall and will live hundreds of years.
Sometimes I grow wide enough for automobiles to be driven through me.
Squirrels, monkeys, and many others in the wild love me for what I am.

I'm not a landmark, a statue, a monument, or a lifeless column of firewood.
I'm not an island, a rock, or a furiously burning and rapidly falling star.
I do not stand aloof but as a teamer working in concert on planet earth.
Can you imagine the good that would be done on the earth if humans learned to work together like a symphony? After all, our creator designed humans to be the highest form of species.                                                                  

I'm just a tree made for multiple purposes including giving oxygen indiscriminately. I know my role and do my best to perform it. I consume
a lot of poisonous pollutants and give back clean air so others can live. That's right, I give and take, but I mostly take in 'death' so that I can give out 'life'.   

I believe in equal opportunity, making room for everyone and everything wishing to utilize my services. Birds lite on and launch from me; they build their nests and start their families. People will sometime tie a 'yellow ribbon' around me. Coming from a strong family of kindness, I'm embraced and held together with deep roots. For humankind, I am also utilized to build private living shelters. I take no offense in drought or even if I'm overlooked, forgotten, or taken for granted.  I require sustenance like every living species.  Therefore, In adversity, to survive and thrive, I have learned to go deeper for food and water. My tasks are multiple and my responsibilities are vast.                                                                                                          

I realize that I cannot please everything and everybody. For instance, It may not be pleasing to the leaves I bare, but  I have no choice but to push them off my limbs so that, come next Spring, new ones can be born. I think all would agree that without me there would be no life existing on this planet.

010120PoSoupContest, I Am A Tree, Delilah Ventural

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