I fall too slow,
I fall too fast.
Waiting in silence as the wind carries me away
Drifting by the happy faces,
watching as i bid goodbye to each.
I rest gracefully on a pool of coldness
Drowning ever so slowly,
Staring back at that one pair of hollow eyes
Of the soul standing beside my resting bed.
I hold on to my stare, as she looks away towards the barren tree,
Then back to me with a sign of desperation.
I close my eyes and whisper
"Let not her Hope fall with me."
For I am her feeble Last Leaf....
       -J.leeo