Whispers of the Soul

Winter

The Last Leaf

Amidst the branches, stark and bare,
A single leaf hangs in the cold winter air.
Golden and brittle, it clings to the tree,
A testament to strength, a spirit set free.

While others have fallen, swept by the breeze,
This one stands firm, swaying with ease.
It dances with shadows, kissed by the frost,
A symbol of hope in a world that feels lost.

The sky, painted gray, holds the weight of despair,
Yet this leaf, undaunted, chooses to dare.
Each gust that surrounds it, a whisper of fear,
Yet it holds its ground, though winter draws near.

As snowflakes descend like soft, silent sighs,
The leaf glimmers bright under darkening skies.
A flicker of warmth in the chill of the night,
A beacon of courage, a spark of the light.

It knows the season, the harshness it brings,
The quiet resilience in the struggle it sings.
For as long as it clings, it teaches us all,
That strength lies in holding on, even when we fall.

So here's to the last leaf, the brave and the bold,
A reminder that beauty can still be behold.
In the depths of winter, where warmth feels so far,
May we find in our hearts, the light of a star.