As the last dry, brittle, leaf of summer all alone on a barren tree
Hanging so lightly attached only waiting so patiently to be free
Wanting to go yet fearing the great fall into mysteries far below
Memories of the warm sweet summer seem now so very long ago
O may this brittle leaf lift from its rough anchor and drift to the sun
On the last warm days of autumn let its lonely solitude be ever done
May it takes its final leave before the cold winter winds cruelly finish
As last thoughts of green days and young splendor slowly diminish