I am a lonely tree. 

I'm weathered, branches bare, leaves withered to nothing. 

I do not stand tall, my roots are shallow in the earth just visible in the grass.

I stand alone atop a hill.

All the other trees are dead.

They've been gone for some time now, I'm the only tree left.

Barring the seasons until death comes for me as well.

I am not old, but the time I've spent seems an eternity.

Waiting, longing for the end. 

Being alone only makes the pain worse, and the wait longer. 

By myself  I will stand, waiting for the end of the day until the day I end. 

I am a lonely tree.