Tree

TREE Me, a strong tree, frolic free totally independent, being quite competent to make own food in glee and spree. My roots penetrate through soil holding me stable to stand on a muddy river strand where waves thrash in turmoil. Fixed on ground, I am not static. Leaves shiver on kiss of breeze. Roots move slow drawing juice at ease from Mother Earth : Fantastic ! In every limb I enjoy life Bunch of flowers bloom at random Fruits hid seeds using wisdom. Seeds to spread far-near: My belief. Each year many saplings come out. They grow in different places, increasing my species-populace. Day by day they develop stout.