I see a skeleton being from a tree, I think deep, internally.

Life quick and slick passes by with a drift.

Time so sly you get older and die.

Though this is not what i think for in our life we are this fruitful tree, knowledge we learn, knowledge we seek.

Allocating to contemplating our fruits to be our next generation, knowledge within the help of soil opens into wondrous coils, a plant comes in! We learn, wither our leaves onto the next generation, soil nutrition sensation!

Other plants grow from our knowledge we lose the leaves, but know we gave nutrition to our ancestry.