hanging on by a thread,
waiting here to be set free,
by one last summers breath —
the last leaf on lifes dead tree.
this tranquility was nice at first,
but, oh, please make it end.
just send to me excitement,
in one more gust of wind.
i long to sway against the cool, slow breeze,
or even fall upon the ground.
disappointment, hope — whichever,
beats this limb to which im bound.
so cut this thread now, quickly,
let me float away with thee.
end my despondent, sorrowed fate,
the last leaf on lifes dead tree.