Giving Tree

For countless years, I've stood tall,  
Witnessed many moons rise and fall.  
Against time's storms, I've held my ground,  
Gathering stories, a silent surround.  
 
Beneath my branches, seekers sought shade,  
In the sacred land where my roots are laid.  
Mankind, a mystery, strange and unique,  
Yet, as your needs shift, destruction you seek.  
 
Life courses within, tears quietly flow,  
Sadness echoes when fierce winds blow.  
Generous offerings, yet one more demand,  
Felled to the earth, by the saw's firm hand.  
 
No grudge harbored, forgiveness I extend,  
My purpose was giving, that shall transcend.  
No judgment cast, but a twinge of woe,  
Passing to another realm, love my only crime, I know.