Just Blowing In the Wind

Just Blowing In The Wind I am the last Oak leaf left near the top of this mighty Oak tree wondering what is to become of me thousands of Oak leafs were here just a few days ago now they are all gone the night air begins to chill as the days get shorter the beautiful emerald green color I once was is now a scarlet red-- is this the color of death Oak leafs by the thousands lay upon the cold hard ground who once were friends of mine and the mighty Oak tree is now bare except for me the cold and chilly wind blows gently through the empty lonely branches causing me to flutter and shutter but I hold on even tighter for dear life clinging to my branch as the wind calls out my name from so high atop this mighty Oak tree I wonder is this what it’s all about is this the end of my brief life just one season laying down there with all the other scarlet red Oak leafs looking up at me I wonder what my life’s accomplishments were I scream and shout but no one can hear my cries of pain was it all in vain did I accomplish anything of worth while I was here did I do what I was born to do before my life is through now I’m just blowing in the wind my friend just blowing in the wind Dennis Davis