I feel like that tree...
Leafless, naked.
Hungry, alone.
Still, with no love.
Winter was my depression
with a heavy toll.
Seasons will change and so will this tree.
The spring will come back again.
Chirp, rustle of the trees.
My strength has grown back.
Leaves stuck strong to its branches.
I feel like that tree...
I really like the first stanza. It has a lot of nice symbolism. The ending is not as powerful as it could be, but it is still a really nice piece.