Am I my brother's keeper?

The evergreen stout tree of our family has placed us on the same branch.

While other branches on the tree are covered in leaves and always flowing, ours has begun to rot.

When I was a child, what did I speak?

My words flew off our branch like leaves, speaking of our grand and proud family.

They flew to other trees carrying our message.

My brother has begun flying words of hatred for our family and now we have started to rot.

What does my charity cover?

I must undo his mistake and spread more of my words to keep him and me alive.

I am my brother's keeper after all.

But I am unable to spread words while I am choking on this putrid rotting smell that comes from us.

My leaves are simply falling off of me and have turned to dust, I am speechless.

What made all things to us?

This tree gave us life, but now has begun to turn on us.

I hear the other branches begin to doubt us.

They want us gone before the rot infects them and they are left speechless as well.

How does one cast out fear?

They want me to cast out my own brother.

Their leaves whisper to me, telling to pry away the dead rotting flesh that connects us.

But I cannot do this

For I am my brother's keeper.

I have fought a good fight, I have finished my course, I have kept the faith.

Despite my faith in the strength of our tree, my brother and I have fallen.

We crashed onto this cold and dead earth.

Shivering, rotting, stinking, and starving my brother asks how this could've happened.

With my final leaf I simply tell him.

Whatsoever a man soweth, that shall he also reap.