Little Leaf

Little leaf, please hold on ,
as long as you can , to your tree .
Soon , like the autumn just gone ,
another will come , and you will see ,
as you fall , you will float away .
You might feel happy that you are free
and blown by the wind you will go your separate way
but this pleasure will not last long
and you will find to your dismay
the summer sun so strong
that you can no more bear
the warmth that now feels scorching hot
but was once so dear
and you will dry up and drift with a similar lot
of dried leaves , that , like you , are free,
So , little leaf , please hold on ,
as long as you can , to your tree.