Unmoved

I watched a tiny tree today
that shed its leaves like emerald tears
and there was nothing I could say
to soothe its shaking limbs
or pacify its fears
that it must bow to natures whims.

I finally said, "Stand tall young tree,
you need not feel that you're alone
around you is a forest, see?
along with those that also lose
momentos of their own."
but it was wooden to the news.