The Last Leaf On The Tree

I try to imagine what it would be like

To be the last leaf on the tree

When all of the others have fallen

And the only one left is me

Would I cling to my branch

And resist against the wind

Or would I simply let go

and join all of my friends

And what about the tree herself

When all of her leaves are gone

Will she spend the entire winter

Feeling sad and all alone

All of this I would think about

If it were left up to me

To bear the lonely burden

Of being the last leaf on the tree