I like the sentiment behind this one. Then again, what is that sentiment? I guess that depends on who reads it. Enjoy.
Here I stand, a mighty Oak
Mocking the muscled wind.
My stately trunk twists for none;
My leaves hope alone on sun
For light, colors waning, thinned.
My hopes leave from the sun, choke,
As a leaf severs stem, browned
Drifting to the frosted ground.