Voice of a tree

Voice of a tree

I am a tree,
with all my beauty and spree.

Year after years,
Every generation has reap comfort
under me. 

Casting marks of love
and hatred on me. 

Time has elapsed in front of me,
with all its harshness,
that often rocked me.

I yet still stand tall and still,
providing comfort to those,
who still needs me.