The wind blows and rain
beats down upon my leaves.
There was a time, in my youth,
that I would have been afraid.

I fear no more.

I grew, turning my leaves
toward the sun and welcoming
the birds to nest in my arms.
The wind rustled their feathers
and I laughed with joy.

The joy of youth.

The squirrels came and ran
up and down my body.
They would jump and chatter
as they played.  Their laughter
filled my ears and brought a
smile to my face.

My arms soon reached to
the clouds. The wind whispers
through my leaves.