Watching a tree blow in the wind tonight and I don't know why I can't sleep.

My life blows like a tree in the wind,
I create shade for thoughs who read but winter comes I'm rooted to this dirt of mine I can't "leaf".

..And there they are on the ground leaving me, what more do I have except the branches and thorns but that's me!

But you .. You ...come to me and I ...I move
Everything I am to you what am I to you?
To me I'm a tree no for me tree you help me breath and you show me that God is with me as his love flows threw the breeze.

Thank you mr. Tree...