See that tree?

See that tree,
underneath the sky?
It's got a story
hidden inside.

the branches hold
the weight of the past.
the leaves hold the future,
coming fast.

See that tree,
the one with the house?
It's got a story
meant to rouse.

The books and games,
held inside,
show memory of the days
they used to hide.

See that tree,
growing big and tall?
I don't wanna see the day
it's ready to fall.

Yeah, said I ain't ready,
oh not at all.
Keep me away from that tree,
for when the day, I too, am ready to fall.