A Solitary Leaf

I cling, holding on
watching as my friends fall
I am not ready
but life’s a journey for all

I’ve lived well
doing what I could for others
working in unison always
with my sisters and brothers

I started out small
grew when I should
grew into myself
as I knew that I would

I’ve supported many
but my time is done
time for me to let go
and finally, move on

Yet, as I ready to go
I know there is more
and so I finally release
and drift down to the floor

My fragrance remains
with its rich earthly oil
and eventually, I crumble
and I turn into soil

In this way, I live on
still able to live
there are no regrets
for I continue to give

So is the circle
for one such as me
a solitary leaf
letting go of my tree

© Leslie C Dobson

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