The last leaf on the tree.
Yes look up high,that's me.
All my friends have all blown down.
They are waiting for me on the ground.

I started in the summer a lovely green.
But there was thousands I couldn't be seen.
Now in autumn I'm a lovely golden brown.
It feels like I'm the only leaf around.

The wind and rain have tried there best.
But I'm not ready to join the rest.
Even Jack frost tried little me to freeze.
Yet I wont be brought to my knees.

Some lovely white snow fell at night.
Made me heavy and gave me a fright.
Someday soon I know I will fall.
That's nature's way of making a call.

So maybe tomorrow I will take a leap.
Join all my friends on the ground for asleep.
All through the winter we'll huddle and keep warm.
Waiting patiently and quietly for the spring to dawn.