Fierce, I may be

I'm ancient as time,

Never backing down,

I will always belong on this hard-Earth ground.

I sway with the wind,

Losing an occasional  branch,

For I must be strong,

To outlast this storm.

The thunder rolls,

and the lightening strikes,

But I carry on, 

Just like the critters of night.

I dance in the sun,

I shiver in the cold,

Always coming back,

Better than before.

But when my oxygen runs out,

And they must tear me down,

I still stand tall,

With my leaves and all.

I leave with peace,

As my journey ends,

But I will always be the tree,

That won't be missed.