The Giving Tree

With time, she stands her earths
Breathes her soul into others
Her gift of beautiful births

Feathers lay on her arms
Babes hollow in her chest
They find comfort in her scent
To live, to grow, to feed, to rest

But her beauty they take
Her flesh they tear
Metal deep in her sides 
They say she has so much to share

She gives but never takes
Open your eyes you will see
Embraced in her pure form
Her name
The Giving Tree