Autumn has flown by,
In a cold whirl of breeze,
The last lil one peeps,
From beneath the twigs.
Resist she does,
Not ready to give up,
Wants to hang on longer,
Have the last sip from the cup.
“Oh no, not yet”
She exclaimed at the wind,
“But it’s about time!”
The tree opined.
She shines scarlet,
Like a lover’s blush.
The wind tries to convince her,
With another cold gush.
The young sparrow comes on,
For the season’s goodbye.
The lil one is surprised,
And wants her to stay by.
“Oh I must leave for warmth,
Only so I return”,
The lil one realizes,
Spring is what she yearns.
She needs to fall,
To sleep through the snow,
And then return to life,
With an emerald glow.
“Look outside the window, honey,
Is that our first snowflake?”
“Oh it is! And what a pretty pair,
The sparrow and the last leaf make!”
“You said it too soon,
The last leaf is falling!”
But little did they know,
The lil leaf had found her calling.
She dropped off gently,
Into the wet soil deep,
With the dream of spring,
She finally fell asleep.