I am a tree.
a tree goes through season of blooming
(and seasons of death where leaves fall off from sadness)
a tree is deeply rooted and steady
but winds can sway its branches.
and tree has delicate flowers that are frail
and need to be taken care of
a tree stands there and doesn't scream for attention.
people often don't appreciate the beauty of trees
but some special people that don't come around often
appreciate the tree and its flowers, its dying leaves, and imperfections

most of all a tree isn't perfect