An Ode to Last Leaf
Quote: " I am the last leaf on the tree and the wind is blowing" --G. Hinckley
In the fading light of autumn's embrace,
A poet's pen dances, a tribute to grace.
An ode to the last leaf, resilient and strong,
A symbol of endurance, a theme of the song.
While the valley and the hills have transformed into colorful space,
You, the last leaf, linger in this desolate space.
You have watched the vibrant dance of leaves with the wind,
Their colors ablaze, a spectacle to rescind.
Caterpillars transformed, to butterflies they soar,
Yet here you remain, grounded, yearning for more.
Eagles circle overhead, a somber sign,
Of your impending fate, a destiny entwined divine.
All other birds have taken flight, left youe behind,
Locked in solitude, with thoughts unkind.
You await the mighty gust, the breath of release,
To set you adrift, to grant you peace.
Like the cycle of life, uncertain and vast,
You ponder your fate, as each moment goes past.
When you finally descend, to the earth below,
You will join the chorus of leaves, in nature's grand show.
In that final moment, you will be free at last,
No longer confined by the seasons that gone past,
For in the end, like the leaf in the fall,
We all return to dust, surrendering to the call.
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