One Green Leaf

by Lady Nik

A tree stands tall against a
snowy backdrop. Winter
is here again. Snow covers the
top of this unknown tree.
Birds build their nest..
Wishing to keep warm.

Leaves of orange and red
fall swiftly to the ground
as the winter wind sways.
They never stood a chance
at a new life in this harsh
season. I watch this spectacle
from my bedroom window.

I hear a soft humming from
a small blue bird. I notice
that at the very top of this
tree hangs one green leaf.
If I were the little blue
bird I would tell the green leaf
to hang on. To not be changed.
To not fall and mixed with
the other forgotten leaves.

The little blue bird goes away
but the green leaf remains.