The Last Leaf

A lingering maroon leaf holds on tight,

As if it fears the coming of night,

But the wind howls, and it shakes with might,

And the leaf finally takes flight.

The last leaf breaks free from its tree,

Its release from time and yesterday,

As it drifts away, weightless and free,

In a world where air gives way to space.

A fleeting moment, as it takes flight,

Dancing and twirling, in the open sky,

Until it lands, so gentle and light,

On the surface of the river nearby.

The river, with its gentle flow,

Carries the leaf, on its final journey,

To a place where only the wild things know,

A world of beauty, both serene and lovely.

And though the leaf may seem alone,

It’s part of something greater, something more,

For in its journey, it has shown,

The beauty of life, the promise it holds in store.

Let the leaf be free to float,

Let it dance on the water,

A fleeting moment of beauty,

A reminder of life’s wonder.

So let us pause and watch,

As the leaf spins and twirls,

Let us marvel at its grace,

And the beauty it unfurls.

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