It’s not hard to see them

Standing tall and proud

Branches bent and swaying

Thick trunks rooted in the ground

Many have stood for generations.

Some fairly new

All reaching upwards, filling the sky with bloom

Hiding a beauty that few see

Some say they represent change.

Others are the very foundation that we live in

They are the trees we see

Sit under

The ones that we choose to chop down

Whatever they are, they are history in the making

Life eternal