Tree

You stand there still but moving,
Your branches forever reaching up to the sky,
Reaching, reaching forevermore.
Until there comes a time of destruction and death,
Creeping closer and closer, as you stay rooted to the ground.
Faster, faster comes the heat and pain of death approaches.
You feel the sharp claws of the creatures seeking safety,
Happily accepting, with open arms you grow ever taller trying to remove
Them from the danger of the looming heat of death.
It creeps closer and closer until it has come to the flames of death,
Reaching higher and higher for your precious cargo,
You wish that you can protect them, sacrificing yourself, timeless in your stature,
And timeless in your protection of those who cannot help themselves, those who come unknown by the creatures of the forest yet;
You give and protect any who wander under your branches.