What am I made for?

Sunlight bounces through my skeleton  a shadowy image of my lively past.

Question-like thoughts I ask  float as arrows through my heart.

              I look leafless
     Leafless,  I look deranged, striped of colour.
             I look lifeless
     Lifeless, I look bare and nake; see through.

       Leaves They leave me, fluttering in the airy 
                breeze.
    To the ground they fall,
           making me look old Yet not enough to say I'm done - 

  For I feel new and bold!