I\'m a tree; swaying in the breeze; drifting through life, day by day.
As Autumn shows its face, each layer, leaf by leaf, snaps off, leaving me exposed.
As each day turns, I fear the worst; if there\'ll be anything left of me by sunset.
People look, stare directly at me, but never acknowledge I\'m there.
Every kick, every harsh, icy-cold wind, I know I\'m left vulnerable.
Taken for granted, not asking if I mind, people take photos.
Just another tree in the forest, I am no different than any other here.
I may be a small tree, but each layer represents a personality that I possess.
Ask how I am; your kindness doesn\'t go unnoticed.
But, then again,
I\'m just a tree; swaying in the breeze; drifting through life, day by day.