Alone

It was born in the spring with hundreds of others
with always the closeness of sisters and brothers
As days passed by it grew bigger and stronger
and grew to maturity, a youngster no longer

Days turned to weeks as it basked in the sun
Its colour was beautiful, second to none
Weeks turned to months it now was full grown
and then it produced offspring of its own

Its offspring grew larger and then left the nest
to further the species with all of the rest
Its job was now over its colour was fading
Old age and disease its body invading

And then came the autumn of its short life
A life so productive and full of much strife
Now it was weary its life nearly over
Soon will be time to lie in the clover

As winter approached its kin were all dying
They couldn't hang on despite all their trying
Fewer and fewer of its companions were left
and now it was feeling completely bereft

So now its alone, its companions all gone
Where there were hundreds now there's just one
Now it hangs on alone waiting to die
Its life nearly over 'twill be gone by-and-by

I saw it this morning still hanging around
awaiting its end under the ground
A life full of happiness, sadness and grief
On a tree in the garden hangs the last lonely leaf

autumnsadseasonsverse

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