The Lone Leaf

The lone tiny leaf sways in the wind
Winter is almost here...the wind is harsh
The cruel notes tearing the leaves from the tree in heaps
Golden, red, brown, orange and a murkish green
The leaves lie desolate, against the brown earth

The tiny leaf, looks down, and knows soon she'll join her brethren
The glint of sunshine will not touch her
The soft petals of bloom would not tickle her

The warm amber rays slant, and soon the black comes for its regular visit
In the silence, the breeze picks up
Soon the sound of buzzing can be heard
The wintry wind comes raging

The leaf flaps, bends and tries to hide
Knowing there is nothing, she decides to come face to face
As the bellows of the wind swishes past, she stands erect
Soon she is flying with the wind!
But, firmly anchored to the branch beneath

As the pink smiles its welcome
The lone leaf, stares groggily across the lightening expanse
As the warm glows sing
The lone leaf once again stands tall to embrace its light