My leaves are greener than
The soft breeze of grass. My leaves can
Be prickly so be careful. I should tell you about my
Twigs – they are slender as a snake with pointy ends
Like a spear. My roots are long and their colour is brown As a bear.
My branches and twigs wave in the melody of the breeze Like fingers brushing the keys of a fragile piano.
My trunk stands as straight as a soldier guarding the palace which is the canopy above.