A WOMAN.

You are a Tree, composed of multiple branches with a great physique. Without losing your composure, you stand tall being able to be seen. To be seen by the wind that comes and goes, never to stay to understand how you flow. You are such a divine tree in-scripted with roots that, the wind never sees, as they only care for your physique. You are a tree, that needs light to proceed, such light no wind wants to cede, might that be what makes you, you. A tree without any interruption as you stand up high, without any need of diligence from being you, a tree known as, a Woman.