A trees curse

I am a Tree. A big large tree with branches all around, on those branches are my leaves.
Those leaves I call my friends.
They give me life and beauty.
My leaves and I are as tight knit as a chain.
Unbreakable. together against the
birds of the spring and the heat of the summer.
Every year I sing "Together forever me and my leaves, you and me through the wind and
The heat."
But.. I know its not true I can feel it in my roots.
My leaves... will leave me.
They will always leave me. I want them to stay.
As green and and bright as when I first
Met them.
But that wont happen. When it becomes harder to feel the sun. My leaves will change.
From a sparkling green to a red, redder than
The apples of an apple tree.
When that time comes they will become distant
And would want to leave with the wind.
And like clockwork they do just that.
They leap from my branches that once held them so tight and glide away in the wind away from me
Towards the horizon as I stay still and watch.
Then when my last leaf falls I become
Nothing. A sad trunk with lonely branches.
My leaves take all my life and beauty with them
And I.. am left with nothing.
Its a curse. I stay alone through the frost
Of the winter seeing the snow fall down
From the fluffy clouds above.
A bitter reminder of the curse. Eventually
New leaves will be held by my branches
And I sill start to sing my song.
My leaves will dance in the wind and give
me life and beauty .
They don't know that my song is one of grief
and not one of promise. I sing
so I can stop myself  from thinking about how
I will lose these leaves too. I hate change.
I hate winter.