I grow to be great, 

But fall alongside my fate, 

The cool breeze murmured in my ear,

As my life starts to see fear,

The leaves on my head start to fall as they go to and from their home,

My vibrance starts to disappear,

As I faintly hear the rain splash,

It brings me to tears,

The blossoms bloom around my base, taking my brightness,

My attention has been stolen,

The bees draw their attention to the pollen,

There would be no point if I started falling.