The Tree in the Picture.

I am the tree in the picture, and I am all alone,
There used to be others like me here, so when I think of it I mourn.

It used to be all green and blue as far as I would see,
But the flood washed away all of my kind, but somehow let me be.

My leaves are gone, the roots are soar, but my branches - still strong,
My bark is withered, I am very sick, but I've held on since long.

Others like me, on that horrifying night, gave up easily,
If they did hold on with all their might, tonight I'd have some company.