The Tree

All the things in life form a tree.

I climb in a mad frenzy,
to reach the top.

And I forget about the lower, thicker branches:
The support.

As I get higher, the support starts to decay.
The neglect and disresepct of the support, has taken its toll.

The tree starts to crumble,
Every step I take towards the top, the weaker the branches get; the lower bracnhes support less and less.

I fall.
What is there to catch me?

The lower branches, the trunk.
They'll always be waiting for me.