Verse

He stands tall, magnificient in all his glory!

 He seems to support a whole plethora...

The ones that thrive under his protective shadow.

 His crowning glory, 

Lush and lavishly spread around - 

With one blow of wind,

Heaves heavily.

 His skin has a pattern to it, 

Much like a hide

 That develops a texture soaking up the fierce sun.

His limbs, sinewy as an athlete's. 

 But, is stationary and silent...

 Patience in a palpable form.

 Oblivious to the wounds that are caused to his being, 

He keeps giving! 

Never uttering as much as a sigh.

 Hushed, mute, reticent..

Unconditional till his bones make our bed frames.

 Alas..arrested by his own growth.