Conversation With A Tree

I like being round but some think I look better square.
Squirrels don't think I look fat but just glad I am there.
Limbs and branches I think really make me look hot.
But what really frustrates me is this one little knot.

The bugs and insects crawl all over me each day.
I guess I really wouldn't have it any other way.
My root system grows deep into mother earth.
It has always been that way since my birth.

It is so nice when the wind blows through me.
There are times when it is just nice being a tree.
There are days when some try to cut me down.
Grown used to being planted in the ground.

I am really fond of the nests that birds make.
But this one woodpecker I really can't take.
Tried talking to an owl but it just says who.
I try to ignore it; I don't know what else to do.

Sometimes I get tired from standing all the time.
I used to feel more flexible in my young prime.
But a tree has to do what a tree has to do.
Not that this would make any sense to you.