A Fallen Survives
The course fall wind blows so hard
Trying to play its last desperate card
The trees are mostly bare from top to ground
Where all the leaves but a few are found
One lonesome leaf upon the tree hangs
Waiting for the end of its time before the ground it bangs
The sky opens and rain begins to pour
Finally the leaf cries out never more!
Letting loose from the top of the oak
Falling as water it begins to soak
The leaf flutters and falls but is caught by a gust of wind
It trembles and shakes knowing its the end
The wind carries it across the road and down the hill
Shivering the leaf knows this is how the end must feel
Gently the wind retracts its cold grasp
And the leaf inwardly starts to ask
Gently falling Genlty slowing
To the ground, its home is calling.
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