Nice.

Yes, you have indeed captured the essence of a tree...so lonely it seems...but what of those engulfed in those just like it? Are the forests at peace?

And indeed, us mobile beings are quite treacherous with our consumption of each other and the immobile, but do the trees not do the same? They spread their branches and grow their leaves to more greedily soak up the sun...though this is a mere price to pay for life. Trees are gods, in that they place the breath in every lung. Our death is their life...and their death is our life. This cycle somehow never ending, though one may think that eventually it will all die...

Perhaps someday it will.

I love the last line, "and yet it rains when they day..." It just makes me think of classic movie scenes where there is never a funeral procession that does not take place under umbrellas. Could it be the sky, the Mother weeps for her losses? She too feels pain...