Fruits of Labor

I was there, but you didn't care; that I loved you. Now your everywhere, cause your tree is bare; but the sky is still blue. The fruits of momentum has fallen. You were not there beside me when I was calling. Your wishes are thoughts that are now a haunting. Like a ghost, should I appear or let you suffer in this atmosphere. You tremble because you see, your destiny unable to be reached. You never knew the truth, that your motivation is what I produced I know by now that you have a clue, that it was I that kept your gray skies blue. When ever you meet another tree, don't make the same mistake you made with me.