Invisible tree

Standing there. Rooted. Committed to the ground as if I might just float away otherwise. Naughty knots tangled and strangling themselves. Tall enough. Strong enough. But, completely invisible. Come to me for protection and food. My service is to you. But notice me. If you come back again and again and again, at least appreciate the convenience of my location. My consistency. I will continue to exist with enough water and enough sun. But I long to connect. You climb all over me and you keep cutting back my branches for a better view. Can you not appreciate the reality of my relation to your existence? Prominent and imperceptible. I should revel perhaps in my usefulness. I should carry perhaps a humble pride of leaves. Yet I find myself waving in the wind and waiting to see if you look my way. I modify and redesign myself every season for your attention not your amusment. I literally throw myself at your feet and then a little piece of me dies there. In desperation I am even guilty of stretching up from below hoping to trip up your routine. Alas, I am invisible and lonely if not deceptively peaceful looking.