I am the last leaf

Golden and frail

Lonesomely clinging

To my mother branch

As I am soon to descend

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My brothers and sisters have left

Grown up now

As it seems

Yet I still see them there

Below

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I want to be like them

Below on the grass

Watching the sky

With a mortal’s view

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Mother says it’s soon my time

But I've grown nervous still

What if I won't fit in?

Or get the view I dislike

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Still, I flutter down

To join my siblings again

They won’t speak

And I’m starting to feel cold

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I feel myself shrivelling

Up into a shape

I never wanted

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I see the birds fly overhead

Joined by the planes in the sky

I see the mortals step by

And I wish I had stayed

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On that branch

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For a while longer

Because the world is fading into a hush

And I wonder if anyone remembers

the last leaf