The last leaf

It's a leaf dried brown.
The little life left,
Wringing itself out...
But its stem still strong!

All its companions
Been blown away...
It's the last leaf
Of a late autumn!

Its been so quiet,
For so long...
Now it longed to speak
Its final words...

But whom to speak to?
The mother tree always
Silent and pre-occupied...
The leaf too insignificant.

The wind passes by,
A stranger... indifferent.
But may be worth a chance...
Who cares anyways?

So I spoke to the wind...
"Hi! How are you?
You seem so frosty today!
Was it snowing at your origin?"

The wind really didn't answer,
It kept moaning and groaning...
As if going through turmoil;
Couldn't see beyond herself.

Not unlikely I felt...
She's been through a lot herself...
Passed so many with her who sailed,
But left when destination arrived!

I looked around...
What else could I see?
More trees growing bare...
Dead leaves all around.

The sky seemed blue...
But too far away!
Maybe the clouds
Can hear me...

So I screamed at the clouds...
"Hellooooo! Nice day?
Things fine? You look pale!"
The proud clouds floated past...

So I kept quiet...
A little longer.
The sky turned dusk,
And it got colder...

My stem now brittle,
A small nudge and
Slow descent into...
The world of decay!

The tree started speaking...
"Farewell, my dear child
You held on too long!
It's time to let go now..."