Final Breath
The rattle of a lone yellow leaf
On the tip of a blackened stem
A song of his long fallen brothers
A curse to he sun that took them
Gone are the days of birds and bees
All lost to the might of the heat
Gone are the days of love and laughter
Nothing left but memories sweet
The heated gusts of winds that blow
Sing the might of the scorching sun
But the song of a single old leaf
Is a murmer heard by no one
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