tree's: a Real Best Friend

I think I so love trees for a simple reason.
for, every year they get to hed their skin-
start all over brand new.
Innocent all over again... not that they were ever impure, mind you.
But they get a chance to change how they see the world..
They don't though
every year they change,
regrow, rebuild,
but they never change.
they stand, a gentle giant on the lan
they tower,
menacing if they wanted but they don't.
They are givers
never moving.
Being used,
and abused.
Year after year
by small childred
adults
animals..
Nature
But they never flinch
they stand, unmoving
forever teaching forgiveness
always there for someone with nowhere else left to go.
A real best friend,
something we all need.