The Last Leaf

Having grown up within one big tree the large strong base at its root you feel secure knowing it's there always looking down to its very foot Being attached here on a branch given real support from a blast one feels safe in its connection even to look up to the higher mast So many dangers in one's life coming down the rain soaks me through making one so damp, need to dry out all the years here makes you true The worst element is the nasty wind it comes across and batters one sore left and right pulling you off a branch but you hang on till it leaves to soar But one day eventually all the leaves go you are left alone being the one who's last looking around many branches broken off just a few left your eyes totally aghast What is the future for this last leaf death will catch it up eventually broken from its branch fall on the ground dries up with no life all providentially