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