That tree of life ?

I stand out in all kinds of weathers but I do not mind, as my branches are bent and my boughs are entwined.. and the seasons may come then the seasons will go and in that bleak mid winter, I shall get covered in snow..Yet there is not alot that will trouble me coz I am that tree of life you see..infact I do not see life as a mystery as I view the world from within my canopy.. as I listen to the wind as it blows from a breeze, withering all my lustrous leaves in those weathers of displease ..

However heavenliness dwells in the heart of my dreams with all of God’s little creatures in my crevesses and seams, waking up in my branches all snuggled in their nests, full of musical melodies when they have had their rests, with an early morning bird chorus on the crack of dawn.. such sweet symphonies as I stretch and yawn, and they chirp, tweet, twitter then fly away returning with beaks full of food to feed their little ones allday..

I spread my wings as I grow so tall, full of foliage in the summertime but scattering them all in the fall, yes my Autumnal show is rich and red with crunchy leaves when trodden and tread..and as my colours are constantly changing, my tresses and twigs are rearranging, splitting and snapping, thus falling to the floor..moaning and groaning with windswept roar..But All of my feathered friends absolutely love me, coz I am that tree of life you see...