My tree is gone

The wind blows the leaves of my favourite tree.
I've never felt so happy in my whole life.
I wish I could stay there forever.
I come back the next day,
The sun is shining but my tree is gone!
A tear rolls down my cheek and drops down to the ground.
Seething through the soil where the roots of my tree once stood. I wish they would stop chopping trees down...
Don't you?