a willow

I’d be a pine tree. Cool, refreshing, mysterious, and pretty all year around.

I think I would be some sort of pine tree in a snow covered forest, preferably higher altitude.

I am a tree you have never seen b4. I spread through roots popping up every few yards, and growing to the sky, unconcerned with sunshine when small because the tree b4 has light and feeds me until I am once again tall enough to give back to us the true tree which blends in and spreads out covering every inch of the ground and slowly and steadily spreading choking the light from every other plant beneathand filling the soil with dense roots sucking earth dry of her nutriants and mixing them with sunshine and producing rich fruits full of more nutrients which fall to the ground, rot and make the soil even richer as I spread feeding the foul of the air, and the rodents on the ground, who occasionally take seeds outside my immediate area and plant other competing same ones who although they look the same and go by the same name are different and not of the true vine. These others do not share my roots. I am the one true tree first planted and still growing. I am tall, I am deep, I nourish all that falls under my leaves, and shadow out competiion. Who am I.