His strength about drained,
Gripping hard, he vigorously strained,
After budding that early spring,
Never he wondered what the future would bring.

In finding loving friends in the gang,
He thought he'd always be there to hang.
By many they all were glared,
For that special beauty they shared.

All alike in color and size,
All about to meet the same demise,
And now he watched as they fall fast,
He vowed forever he would last.

Then a rustling around him, the wind came,
To the ground like the others, he fell the same,
And in view for everyone to see,
There now stands a leafless tree.