The Last Leaf
My kins been tore by wind and rain.
My friends blown with the snow!
Green, red and orange have gone again.
And cold is what I know!
But holding on; tenacity.
There is no doubt how this came to be!
When spring arrives; epiphany.
I’m still the last leaf on the tree
My friends blown with the snow!
Green, red and orange have gone again.
And cold is what I know!
But holding on; tenacity.
There is no doubt how this came to be!
When spring arrives; epiphany.
I’m still the last leaf on the tree