Standing on a tree branch oh so high, I teeter, I wobble.

Each year I get closer to the tip.

I call to my bird friends, hoping they will see just how far I am headed, but they don't.

So I tell them I am scared I am going over but the console me saying no you'll be fine,nothing is wrong.

Years fall like leaves and i well know my fate.

The time is up and I fall.