I’m tall and proud, soft and hard,
You’ll find me in almost every yard.
Sometimes I’m heavy, sometimes I’m slim
But the dress that I wear is for her, or for him.
I only disrobe but once a year,
though there’s no need to fret, no need to fear,
for my undressing is necessary if I am to live,
and I have so much life left to give.
What Am I?
A. I am a Tree