A withered leaf that stands out on a limb in the dead of night awaits a future that is grim, and it may not last until next morning’s light…

It might, but one cannot say, we must also await the on coming day. Some wait with hope and others… not a care in the world. While some will mope and try to cope whilst the truth will unfurl.

Yet the withered leaf cares not for his fate, he feels nothing at all. He waits for a call which could be his mate. A call he anticipates for this may be his final date.

A brush with death he is not afraid. With one last breath his debt has been paid. Not one tear in his eye he is prepared to die this may be his end.

His only regret in life was he died without a friend. He’s whisked from the limb and plummets down with every intension of meeting the ground.

Upon his final journey he tears a little bit. Yet he maintains his composure and all of his wit. He embraces his destiny and feels no shame for he knows the outcome of this is entirely his to blame!

His wildest adventure is full of dignity and without any grief… I know this to be true because I am

That Leaf!