Wintertime and the Last Leaf

The last leaf Gold with fire red tips Falls to the ground Blown by northerly winds Carrying snow from a frozen The leaf falls silently Covered by a shroud of the purest white The skies turn dark as if in mourning The sun never again shines The last vestige of beauty is gone The world becomes grey and dreary The tree The mother of such beauty Stands alone Cold and frozen Her branches droop as if she were crying She waits throughout the deepest winter Hoping to see her baby again Eventually the sun returns The air warms The snow melts and flows away The tree returns to life Still looking for her lost child But making room for the tiny bud Another child comes into view Growing spreading her wings She becomes strong And her shadow is cast upon the ground Where her sibling once laid Now there is nothing but grass And the memory of a beautiful gold leaf With fire red tips And the beauty that it shared with so many