Mourning the loss of a fellow man

The loss of character and diligence.

His body is perfectly fine

his heart is still beating

and oxygen fills his lungs.

air brings goosebumps to his skin.

The air from the words he speaks.

Tearing down the next strong willowed tree

that dare grow near him.

Bark for paper

what else is it for?

Leaves fall and they change

colors begin to go

first green, yellow, red

then brown as they crumble or dangle for that last second.

Hanging onto that branch as a last relative choice

until they sway side to side

when they finally reach their destination.

We see he roots become pulled from the ground

and a hole lies within the earth.

Once a tree was strong and bold

deep with in earth's soil

only to be taken and uprooted.

Dollars make the world go round.

Money is a root of evil

intertwined with various things.

deep within earth's soil

unlike the tree it's everlasting.

until the day we all shall leave

and sway back up from side to side

down from the trees our hopes shall fall

Envy occupies our fellow man.