The Scent of Water- a Tercet

One leaf left on tree No undue unhappiness Always in great spree One leaf left on tree All by itself in the airiness Feels never lonely or retiree One leaf left on tree It spends itself as it sways Breathing with utmost glee Last leaf not the end ever As its time comes, collapses New buds sprout by the scent of water The poem is in the form Tercet (Three lines Rhyme scheme aba, cbc,dbd, ebe). The form is not available on PS so I have posted it under rhyme. +++++++ July 17, 2014 Theme: Renewal Form: Tercet Contest: The Scent of Water by Faye Gibson **The poem is based on the real scene I saw two days back from my window. I have taken some snaps and small video. I remembered the story The last Leaf by O Henry and was inspired to write there and then. *** Inspired by O Henry's short story The Last Leaf **