This work is expressed in one of my own poetry collections, personification of tree as a title of "stretch".
Others only look ahead, but I just look at the sky.
Others are conscious of their surroundings,
but I am only conscious of myself.
Others fear solitude, but I enjoy solitude.
Others overcome patience, but life itself is patience for me.
Others give hurt and damage, but I give rest, peace and healing.
Others change depending on the situation and environment but I am always the same.
Stretch, my hometown is not the world but the sky with god.
Stretch, the world, people and love are vain.
Stretch, all sorrow and pain begins from ambition,
empty your greed and leave yourself to the natural order.