Little Leaf


Little leaf clinging to a tree

So often teased 

By a cool breeze 

Fearing a freeze he'd never see.

Left all alone, and still so green.

One more cold thrust.

Gazed down at dust

Specious relief, without glory.


Little leaf high in a tree

Don't give up hold

Live to be gold.




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