I am a leaf on this dear tree,
Hanging on and not wanting to be free,
Remembering days when I was just a bud,
Praying I don’t fall in the mud.
With Spring approaching and growing fast,
Oh what beauty I shall cast,
Longing for summer with long sun bursts.
I pray life treats me well and I’m not curst.
Summer came with rays of sun,
Children playing and having fun,
The nights were light and I could see,
The leaves around, my friends and me.
My friends have fallen, but I’m still here,
Hanging on though deep in fear,
Fearing the day, when I won’t be
A beautiful leaf upon this tree.
Looking back on days gone by,
I’m old and frail and bone dry,
With my crumpled skin, it won’t be long,
Before I am not here and I’m dead and gone.
But until them I will be.
A little old leaf hanging on this tree.