I am a Tree, Tall and Strong

Swaying, swinging, flowing free,
I am a tree, I am a tree.
Soaking up the sun, with bees flitting all around me,
I am a tree, I am a tree.
I am a tree that's been standing for ages,
maybe someday I'll be turned into ancient pages.
I don't know what story the author will write on them, but I know the story that I will tell through them.
I will tell of how I came to be.
I will show of all the years I've been alive, all the obstacles, the hardships I have overcome.
All the time it took to become this today,
I am a tree, nothing can stand in my way.