Oak Tree

As a tree, I exist to provide
I provide for people, animals, insects
Yet, I don't feel like I am appreciated

My roots extend
I try to make new connections, I try–
And yet, it doesn't hit the spot that I want it to hit, the spot I need

I try to extend my arms, I try to reach out
And yet, the more connections I gain, the shorter they become

My leaves are to shelter, and to shield
And yet, people think I just exist, that their life can be completed
Without me?

There may come a day when a tiny warbler finally appreciates me
But alas, it's only temporary

Seasons change, my shelter falls, leaving only my arms behind
I try to be useful, but I can't

As I grow older, I get thicker
Thicker with wisdom and knowledge, not people

If I did not exist, would people start to notice me?