A lone leaf tries to cling to the tree
Unlike many others that grew pale
Before falling to the ground beneath
One by one, and then in heaps.
When the wind starts blowing
The leaf cannot dance with joy,
It hides behind a naked branch
To prolong her fragile survival.
Soon, the spring is going to set in
The tree will be full of green leaves
The lone leaf will have to depart
It has no place in the new order.