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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