A forlorn tree standing all alone,
swaying in the breeze, all on his own.
His leaves are blowing, on a sunny, calm day,
as if he was happy in some kind of way.

As time passes on and days go by,
this lonely tree looks ready to cry.
The sky goes darker, the clouds turn grey,
he doesn't seem as happy, he's blowing away.

As it comes to an end and days turn to night,
the poor little tree gets a bit of fright.
Standing on his own,with no one else around,
he's stuck all alone planted to the ground.