The Great Olive Tree

I was once so small, starting only from a sprout 

And am now a great olive tree, but you still will not listen as I call out

My branches, so high, holding such a far expanse 

Waiting, watching you sing a dance

On the largest hill, I will forever stay 

Isolated, yet so strong I can sway 

A home I provide for all, both bugs and bees

But where will they go when it starts to freeze

They will run, and fade, as ice begins to fall

My once small company will be gone by nightfall

The bugs and bees will run away 

Not having the courage, and will to stay

Alone once again it will be

Nothing but the snow and me

But in a few months, the sun will rise 

And I will bloom under the bluest skies

And the animals will have a home as they did then

And I will be nothing but a tree again