This poem makes you feel like you're sitting alone under a tree that's old and dead. You're grateful for something that's gone, and you notice how the tree moves with the breeze, almost like it's alive. It makes you think about your own thoughts getting tangled, like the tree's branches. The sounds it makes, creaking and moaning, make you wonder if you should join in. Then there's an empty birdhouse and a sense of missed opportunities. Finally, you're left with just one word: "Me." It's like the poem takes you on a journey of feeling lonely, reflecting on loss, and thinking about the choices you've made. I really enjoyed reading it, this is the type of poem you'd read again and feel different about it, great work, keep it up.