Bonsai tree

There in a small town, in a small back yard, of a small house. An old man tended to his small bonsai tree. He received it when both him and the tree were small and watched it grow more and more. He watered and trimmed his tree as it only sat there as still as could be. There was no way to know how old the man was, he lived long past all those who once knew him when he was born and as the young turned old and gray they had there own things to worry about each day. But the tree was no ordinary tree it was once a branch trimmed off of the tree of life and as it grew so did our universe. With each leaf a galaxy and when a leaf was trimmed or died so did the galaxy disappear from the sky. So as the old man's life was coming to an end, he wondered, what will happen to my tree? While everyone else wondered what will happen to me?