Life and Death of a Tree

My roots are strong surrounded by dirt. I am watered by the down pour of rain, and sprinkled water. As I start to grow and come alive I become stronger by the nourishment I receive. The sun beats down on me and stimulates my growth, and I am comforted. My leaves begin to turn green and stick out like a small birds feather. I am looked upon and admired for my outer beauty. I begin to get stronger and stronger and then I start to shed, and my leaves fall away. seasons change and I feel cold and stiff as I turn brown in color. My beauty decreases as I age then I die, but yet I return from death just to start life all over again.