Trees are comport
Birthed from weightless seeds, to sturdy companions.
Upon its core, they flourish into disheveled art.
Speak to them, and they hear,
Their leaves rustle together in the wind, never to abandon,
Those who stay near

Though, in time, trees lose their balance,
Back and forth, in a small dance
Every tree has its time,
To live, to grow, to thrive
Though, in the end, they all die.
But some grow to be timeless.