Trees

I often wonder how it would be,
If I was born a great oak tree,
Stood tall and proud all on my own,
Once just a seed nature had sown.
Witness to all manner of things.
The bird that calls,
The bee that stings.
In my glory I would adorn,
A green halo, the odd acorn.
My strength my height would be plain to sight,
My roots gripping earth with all their might.
An impressive sight for much to ignore,
"Just a tree" they'd say, "seen one before".
Trees are like humans you see,
Taken for granted; Just like me.