Lily the Tree

I breathe,

I see everybody walk by,

I want to walk,

But I can't,

I feel sad.

All my seeds drop in autumn,

In winter I am bare,

In autumn my leaves drop,

In summer I am shade,

In spring I can sprout,

Eventually, my seeds become a forest,

Every tree feels different,

Eventually, I pass, but a new life starts for more trees.