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.
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Author:
Nicholas Ashton (
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- Category: Nature
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A fine write N. Them trees should be notieced. We've some fairly local woods, where I see huge cedars, oaks, ferns, etc, like a green jungle! It's a nature reserve area. Lovely to walk in.
made me feel I was surrounded by trees but they were barren. no leaves , it was either spring or fall. the wind made it feel cold. all the trees were swaying in the wind. their was nothing bad with these pictures moving in my mind.
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