A PROMONTORY

Lofty I am to the basement

But wee for the firmament,

I made of steep and slope

People ascend with cope,

Often I dress in green

Seldom they go unseen.

Have made of spike few

When a single tree has view,

Tears from my eyes

In the rain that highs,

I provide animals home

Where they freely roam,

However, what is the role

Of you for the whole?