The Last Leaf on the Tree

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Young Adult  |  House: Booksie Classic
Yet another non-rhyming poem.

Submitted: June 01, 2008

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Submitted: June 01, 2008

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Winter has arrived,

And the trust is broken.

The love is gone,

And all is forsaken.

There is only one leaf,

Left on the tree.

It is almost dead,

And is about to fall.

The darkness has closed in,

All light has faded away.

Friends have all left,

And family is a mere memory.

When the last leaf falls,

The tree will finally be defeated.

When the water is taken away,

It wilts and dies.

The water is running low,

And the drought is getting worse.

The last leaf,

Is about to fall.

The tree is dying.

But does anyone care enough,

To water it?

No.

The last leaf,

Has finally broken away from the branch.

It is slowly falling,

Down, down down,

Riding on the wind.

It is a free sprirt,

Free from the tree,

Which was only holding it back.

Like a body,

Holding back the soul.

The tree is bare,

And dead now.

It has lost its only meaning in life,

And is only a memory.

The leaf contiues to fall,

Letting the wind carry it,

Far, far away from its old captive.

The tree is forgotten.

The wind carries the leaf,

Until it lands,

Softly in your hands.

You look at the leaf for a moment,

Reminded of the once mighty tree,

And how you used to love it.

Shaking you head,

You crumple the leaf in your hand,

And throw it behind you...forgotten.


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