Dear little leaf lingering,
You shivery shaking shell.
Feel fickle, frail fingerling?
What a withery weakling will!
Why is that tree stuck on you,
Can’t he see you’ve dried and browned?
Won’t he let you fly from him,
Into cold white wind, be gone?
Tsk! Traitorous trapping tree,
You stubborn stack of sticks!
What a wickedly wooden weed,
Thick thundering tower of tricks!
Why is that leaf stuck on you,
Can’t she see you’ve gone to sleep?
Won’t she die with the rest of them,
Fade to gray hazed history?
