I’m rooted deep into the ground
My canopy grows wide and proud
Majestic, tall, strong and powerful
Life giving, food and seeds bountiful
The varieties of me you’ll find are myriad
I was even around in the time of the Iliad
My rings show my age so from that you can date me
My grain can be beautiful invoking a sense of warmth in thee
You find me in forests, woods and lining a street
My leaves when they fall always get under your feet
I can be deciduous and evergreen in my type
But don’t eat my annual fruits until they are ripe
As rainforests I provide lungs to the earth
Man will soon regret that I was cut down with mirth
Vast areas have been cleared to burning and logging
It’s resulted in the ground breaking and flooding
You use me to build, shore up and to sit
Climbing my limbs can even keep you fit
You fashion from me a many wondrous thing
Polish me up enough I can even bling
So next time you take a look around the place that you be
Stop to look and notice that which was made from me
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