Come see me the tree. I am just a tree but, what a tree. I stand tall among the others. They are just a tree want to be. During the summer I'm as green as can be. In the fall you'll want to take a picture of me. In the winter I'm still here, Just a bit harder to see. In the spring my leaves are a bit smaller but, I'm growing taller.I stand here guarding the field. I hope to no ax I yield. Come sit by my side and from the sun you can hide.I have been here long. You'll see my roots are strong. I've weathered some stormes and suffered a drought. I'll see a few more of these there is no doubt. Let no fire turn me to ash. Come find my goecache! 
From the gate you'll see me ahead on the right. From here I might not look so great, just wait.