Final Breath

The rattle of a lone yellow leaf On the tip of a blackened stem A song of his long fallen brothers A curse to he sun that took them Gone are the days of birds and bees All lost to the might of the heat Gone are the days of love and laughter Nothing left but memories sweet The heated gusts of winds that blow Sing the might of the scorching sun But the song of a single old leaf Is a murmer heard by no one