Imagine if 'I' were a limb!

thin . . . sparsely covered with leaves
quaking and shaking nervously hanging
watchfully trembling with every breeze
my fears disappear--no more complaining
out on a limb
truly . . . I’d rather have shade
the sun beats down horrendously in heat
thirsty, unquenched, the sap runs to each leaf
I co-operate ‘til I’m worn and beat
I am so trim
a trunk is more cool than me
wider and closer to the ground, it’s found
water that runs through it’s roots . . . keeps it cool
borne on a branch--dizzy--thrashing around
out on a limb
here comes the cold, I shiver
all of the leaves abandon me freely
my ‘skeleton’, bared, hangs inside out
an icy coat quickly embraces me
I am so thin
how can I hold up wet snow
where can a little branch go
(snap)
. . . once a trim limb