Music reverberates in trees

I am a tree

I along with my root always enjoy a shooting spree

Laves are my kitchen

They prepare food to ensure my subsistence

Photosynthesis, a process

Enables me to have an emphatic access

In nature's unique floor

I alone stand apparently and roar!

I am no longer lonely

Myriad of birds, bees, insects and other creatures

 Consider me as haven with raptures

 They never feel leery

No longer in jittery

In congruence they all produce a tune of mellifluous symphony!

They all breathe in haste

By virtue of my inherent waste

We both warmly complement each other

As their waste too satiate my inordinate desire

i love to grow high and high 

To touch the sky above with sigh!

Though I don't possess heart

Still water being transported to my all organs with spurt

At random quark

I appear with colorful spark

I only observe with awe

How tide and ebb makes huge impact on me without any flaw

Gravitation enables me to stand

Anti-gravitation surprisingly helps me to breathe constant

As long as I may survive

I will produce flowers, fruits and aura with a distinct vibe

metals, minerals and plenty of constituents nature offers to me with bounty

Plethora of twist and turns I experience in spiral design to grow and enrich magnificently!

I only wonder

Without the help of external conditions and its clamor

How I could express my entity and render

Pollination is a grand process

Where external conditions enable me to manifest

I really cannot afford to have bliss

Loneliness is sheer disruption

No longer a resort for solitude, rather it may harm my conventional amplitude 

Against my identity and an adverse tool for me to exist in nature's floor in gratitude!