Standing tall and all alone,
but yet, I don't complain.
I need the sun and air to live,
and six liters of rain.
My trunk is like a castle.
built tall against my foes.
My roots are feet to keep me up
with many little toes.
My branches are like arms.
reaching towards the sun.
The mighty wind can't make me fall,
because I weigh a ton.
My leaves are like my servants
always giving me food.
I need them all to stay alive,
or I'm one dying dude.
I'm a house to little birds,
they always make me mad.
But all in all being a tree,
it's really not that bad.
