Being the last leaf on the tree, I feel alone.

The wind whispering softy to me telling me to give up and fall. 

The snow is pelting down upon me, putting pressure on my weakening core. 

The tempature around me is trying to freeze me out.

They all want me to give up and fall.

I am becoming weak as it takes a toll on my spirit. 

The thought of giving up crosses my mind when I look at all the other leaves resting peacefully on the ground. 

As the tempature keeps dropping, the wind continuously rages on, and the snow ferociously beats down on me I make my final decision.

I detach myself from my life source and peacefully fall to the ground.

The harsh winter elements defeated me after all.