Natural Advice

Its winter now, the air is crisp, the spruce trees stand proud with everlasting pines. Suddenly my eyes are fixed on a birch, where a lonesone leaf flutters in the breeze. Determined to stay as long as it can, knowing it won't get to see the next year. I take some advice from this insignificent leaf; hold on, be strong, rise above it. A snapshot of nature appearing so small, Could tell such a message, hold on don't fall.