All my leaves are falling off of my branches,
covering the cold ground below,
coating it with a warm blanket,
leaving me bare-*****.

It's not because the seasons changed,
no, it was my own doing.
Didn't you know that when trees are sad
they shed their leaves like tears from a baby?
My leaves haven't changed color,
they won't be golden like the sun,
they just fall, fall, fall,
hitting the ground one after one.

Like tears, they too will dry up,
but they won't just disappear,
they will turn brown and crack
and be eaten by the deer.

So I weep and I weep and I watch
as my coat slips softly to the ground,
because I am a tree
and trees cannot have lovers bound.