The Leaf

 

I am rolling in lullness.

There's a stillness around.
Now and then a soft breeze blows ,
And  I  flutter  in and out.
In that bare autumn tree
I am one of those leaves,
Refusing to fall.
Holding on strong.
My aging yellowness
Makes me stand out.
Though I am not  supple and green anymore,
I am rough, tough and  ,
crunchier than ever before.
I  will have to fall one day,
Melt into the earth or
Flutter away.
Till then I hold on strong
Daring the wind to make me fall.