In the twilight’s gentle sway, a tale unfolds,
Of a lone leaf, clinging tight, against the cold.
A symphony of seasons, a dance with fate,
As nature weaves its tapestry, both delicate and great.
Oh, last leaf, resolute in your defiance,
A whispered remnant of summer’s vibrant alliance.
Amidst the barren boughs, you persist,
A testament to strength, in the midst of nature’s twist.
Winter winds howl, seeking to snatch you away,
Yet you hold on, refusing to sway.
A warrior of perseverance, against the odds,
A sentinel of hope, in the face of winter’s facade.
Through autumn’s farewell, you shimmered in gold,
A blaze of colors, stories yet untold.
But as your comrades descended, one by one,
You clung to life, until you were the chosen one.
Each day, the sun rises and paints the sky,
And there you stand, with resolve, oh so high.
A solitary figure, against the gray expanse,
A symbol of endurance, in life’s intricate dance.
What secrets do you hold, oh last leaf of the tree?
What tales of strength and courage do you carry with thee?
In your veins, the whispers of countless years,
The echoes of laughter, and unshed tears.
As spring’s tender touch caresses the land,
And new life blossoms, hand in hand,
You linger still, a silent survivor,
A guardian of memories, keeping them alive forever.
Oh, last leaf, when your time finally comes,
And nature’s symphony of change succumbs,
Know that you have left an indelible mark,
A testament to the beauty found in the dark.
For you have taught us, in your quiet way,
That even in endings, there’s beauty to sway.
A single leaf, but a story profound,
Forever etched in hearts, your presence profound.
Pranav Mishra 