Solely is that leaf which fell from their tree.
It shook to try and get back up, but he can't.
He misses the other leaves, the ones who didn't fall.
The wind is dragging him further away from four.
This world is unfamiliar to him, this sun is much brighter.
The wind deepened him, high stop a mountain.
It's getting colder for that leaf, dryer, more fragile.
He is starting to crumble, his nectar is being taken.
But a new fluid fills him, and he erects to a new tree.
He wants to recount with his old leafs, but he can't.
He'll never awake now, his other leafs will never know.
Solely is that lead which fell from their tree.