something about trees?

writing on a
smooth graded slope,
on learning
curves and
faint logic hope
that you can make it through
and just be done
and dreams
may come  
and go butyouwillgrow
away from the soil
where you learned how to make
the water into food
but then you found the sun light
now it blinds you
when you
grow too high
don't cry to me,
don't bend your branches
and call for me
I'll be down here and
I won't be able to hear
you peer as you may
at me down below
you've grown too far away
for me to care
but fare well
and I loved you
when you were still here.