There's a tree in the middle of a patch of grass, And it's standing alone while it's peers surround it. People they just pass and there's no second glance, And I said to the tree "I'm just like you, as you are me". The leaves they're alive, but they're browning and turning white, They're barley alive, for you are the same as I.
I wrote this during an anxiety attack. It is about a real tree also.