As the tree grows, inch by Inch, year by year,
She gets bigger and stronger, branch by branch.
Though she’s the tallest in the land,
Her roots dig deep like a secret hand.

Branches stretch up like arms so high,
Leaves whisper secrets, as they fly.
Time writes a story on her bark,
A life of moments, light and dark.

Her heart slower now,
She saw seasons, and seasons go.
She’s like life itself with rings on show,
A story told in wood, as life should

Her roots held tight, through earth and stone,
She weathered storms and seasons alone.
Her legacy lives on, in every leaf,
A life that’s a full, a story brief.