Darker days
Stormy hours
Windy moment
All your leaves are blown away

You stand there
Dry and colourless
No bird is attracted to you
You are good as dead

Without your leaves you give no oxygen
You become useless
Unwanted
And dead

Everyone judges you
Just because the could stand strong
When the wind blew hard
But what they don't know is
Your leaves were already loose

You stand there
Dry and colourless
Begging for the woodcutter
To save you from this misery

You are just a leaf-less Tree
But everything to the lone bird

                                    ~ForestGreenSoul