One little leaf desperately holds on
Faded, weathered, tattered, and torn
Inevitably destined to fall from the tree
It hangs on for dear life as it fights the breeze
Fate predetermined,  future set in stone
Where others moved on, it remains alone
Bathing in the sun, soaking up the last bits of light
It watches as dusk takes over the sky
Now engulfed in the moons shimmer of white
The lone little leaf catches a sad child’s eye
He walks to the tree and leans on its base
And the leaf sees a tear fall from his face
Not another drop waits in his eyes
And the lonely leaf stares pondering why
Soon The child’s face turns from sad to content
And the leaf wonders where the teardrop went
The child stands straight and says with a sigh
“I can move on now, I needed that cry”
He turns to the leaf and says with a wink
“It’s time to let go, moving on won’t be as hard as you think”