A tree in bloom.

A tree in bloom, but slowly fading, year by year & days,

One by one the leaves fall off in vain attempts to say,

Prepare yourself, you're a tiny leaf, hanging by a branch,

No, never a subtle fall, rather an avalanche.

When you fall off, their tears will flow, sowing you into the ground,

Your life and all your dollar bills, never to be found.

So many faces cry, so many grieve your fall,

Knowing well & knowing naught, they'll have to face it all.

And so many leaves hanging on, and many faced the fate,

Some don't even gear themselves until it's all too late.

A tree in bloom, and what you are is but a single leaf,

So many still to take the fall, to fall into the heap.

And when you see a leaf you knew fall deep into the clay,

There lies your fate, the fate you'll have to meet one dreaded day.