A single leaf on a giant tree
sticks to the branch like forever.
The old crooked arms holds on to the leaf,
connected in memories of warmth.
While colder the days and darker the nights,
through wind and rain, it stays
Then it is time, and without hesitation
the leaf leaps the air on its final jump.
One soundless journey, swirling and gliding,
the destined ride to the ground.
A lonely tree stands the winter
moaning and waiting for spring.
The friend will be back embracing the branch
and the heart of the tree will be glad.