A sense of regret
When I was a large tree, a tad taller than the nearest building, people used to walk past, hardly pausing to cast admiring looks at my vast canopy, wide girth or shiny foliage. The rare few who stopped, did so only because they desperately needed a bit of shade. Now... when I've lost my 'green' crowning glory and you find me looking helpless, lying broken by the roadside, hordes of people are stopping to stare at the strange creature in their midst, wondering, if I could be a dinosaur or a dragon while I wallow in silent agony.