I am still in the concrete

Always isolated from others.

One of my leaves begins to go dry

As I start to cry.

No one is here to help me

My fate is to be.

People walk or drive around me

I cannot plead for help.

I am all alone

Darkness has conquered me.

My leaves fall off one by one

What is approaching is my fear.

Living like others are denied

Soon I will say my goodbyes.

My throat goes dry

I just sigh.

My death is inevitable 

No one is here to help.

Death has come for me

I say my last goodbyes.