Analysis of Fallen

How I long for the days
When I was up high
Suspended on my tree
Brushing alongside my kin
When the wind blew
And all moved like a crew
Like waves crashing
Amidst a green sea
But those days have passed
For I now lay on the ground
Long and hard was the fall
Slow and painful was the rip
When my base broke away
And slowly I spiraled down
Defeated I settled on the dirt
And I all could do was look
At the majestic sea of leaves
That were far above me
That I had been part of
But were now out of reach
I looked up
Thinking wishing hoping
That I could fly up
Like a bird taking flight
And join them again
But it never came
I will slowly decay
I will surely turn brown
Dry up and break down
And my last sight
Will be of my brothers
Hanging on their tree
Where I used to be