The Last Leaf of Winter
I Am The Last Leaf of Winter, Still Clinging to My Branch;
Though All Through The Autumn, The Wind Howled, You Haven’t a Chance.
Steadfast and Resilient, I Adhere to My Wrinkled Form;
Still Cherishing The Memory, of The Bud, Where I Was Born.
There in The Green Canopy, I Spend Many a Lazy Day;
Watching Spring Lambs, Going About Their Play.
Oh How it Made Me Laugh, To See The Magpies Fight;
If Only to Hear Them Bickering, Did Bring Me Such Delight.
At Night I Used to Count The Stars;
Thought About The Butterflies, Children Collected in Jars.
Dreamt I Was a Meteorite, Falling From The Sky;
Woke Up Startled, As I Didn’t Want to Die!
As The Season Now Advances, Watching Crane Fly Perform Her Dances;
Silver Cobwebs Everywhere, My Friend The Ladybird, She Did Take Care.
Changing Now From Green to Gold,
My Brothers and Sisters, Did Leave The Fold.
Falling Slowly Down to Earth;
They Have Enabled Another Ring, to Go Round The Girth.
For I Am The Last Leaf of Winter, Still Clinging to My Branch;
And I Didn’t Listen, To The Autumn Gales That Howled;
You Have No Chance!