Beautiful Trees

I stand alone in a giant field,

My rough skin covers my entire body like a shield.

My arms sway as the wind blows,

Which way they move, nobody knows.

As water hits me I get the chills,

When the weather goes crazy it’s a thrill.

I wonder sometimes how long I will last,

Others fall early and their lives go so fast.

I hope I stay strong and keep my body in line,

And have my colors change so I can shine.