The tree

I am the tree, the soul of the forest green

Without me, there's no life, I ween!

My trunk furnishes your home with furniture

And my barks, a home for birds and creatures

My roots lie deep into the earth

And the green creepers decorate my girth

I stand by the summer's burning heat and winter's sleet

And offer you a cold recede

I catch the rain droplets, take the Sun's heat

Offer you with nuts and fruits to eat

In autumn, my golden gown starts to wither

Wait for the spring to cover me again, in shiver and somber,

My leaves form a brown bed, up and down the street

Whispering and rustling under your feet

You stop and lay in my shaded grassy ground

The breeze lifts you up, a soothing sound

The beam of my beauty reaching the azure sky

A shelter under me and heaven is nigh!

So, look at me, before you hurt me and raise your weapon

Cos, I am the handle of your own coffin

I am the tree, the soul of the forest green

Without me, there's no life, I ween!

Linking this post to Withrealtoads for the prompt tree.