On a hot summer day, there sits a wattle tree solo

 thinking will I ever talk to someone, will I ever be removed?

crying for someone to talk to

cry

cry

cry

Slowly dying from bottom to top

What will It do?

Out here with land that goes on for kilometres.

Crying for a friend

Crying

crying

crying

What will the wattle do?

all alone out there

oh, it sees something farr!

help me it tries to say.

help

help

help