Imagine you're a tree
It's a perfect summer day
Not too hot
Not too cold
You feel the light breeze on your branches
And it blows some of your green leaves away
But you think to yourself that it's okay

One day, some children come to play
And they start to climb
They climb on your branches
They climb up and up
It stings a little
But once again you think to yourself that it's okay

A few months pass by
And you're left in winter
The cold wind pushes against your branches
Taking all your leaves with it
And you can feel each one being torn off by the wind

All of the snow and the rain and the wind
Piling up on your branches
You can feel it..... you can feel it.
Not knowing if you can take it anymore
You start realize that all of this is not okay.

You wish one day that those kids would come back
To climb on your branches
Hoping that the stinging would take away the numbing
Of the cold.

But they don't.
They don't and they never will
And this season, this day seems like it will never end
Seeming like the cold and the wind will never go away
Leaving you on the endless cycle of what they call winter

And you just want to go back to that perfect summer day.