The poem "I am proud, I am a (fill in the noun)"

I don't know why you want poetry, but you didn't ask me for it. You look down on me too much! I will do it for you on the spot. Look at this! I am proud. When I am leafy and covered with green shade, birds sing freely on me and the sun shines on me, I am a tree. I use mine: shadow and prosperity. Prove that spring has come quietly. When I was hot and thirsty, the sun shone on my branches and leaves, cicadas sang that annoying song on me, but I was trying to support a green shade for mankind. I use mine: pain and dedication. It proves that ruthless summer has come to us. When my dead leaves fall, my body is stained with gold, and the branches bear huge fruits. The geese flying south rest on my branches. I use mine: ugly fruit. It proves that the harvest autumn is coming. When I was blown straight by ruthless wind, cold by freezing rain, and riddled with hail like a machine gun. I use mine: strength and pain. Proved that the cold winter is about to leave. I am proud that I am a tree, because I have the responsibility of "worrying about the world first, and enjoying the world later". I am proud that I am a cuckoo, I am a small flower, and my heart is sad in the autumn wind. Zi Gui is worried about the bright moon and flies to his hometown in the west with the wind. All right, what's up? Be talented! They were all trained by Lao Yao. Just ask me for poems in the future.