Standing beneath a rootless tree,
A song less wind blew past me.
At the slightest touch,
setting the world free.
And then a green leaf,
with it's end cut deep,
came floating down.
Still so fresh, still so tender,
so green and so slender.
I picked it up,
from mother's lap.
And caressed the dew drops.
They flowed down like water from a golden tap.
The leaf cried taking it's last breath.
"You will live again, in some other leaf,some other day.
This is not your death."
I said.
"I never will, I was his last hope.
Others are just yellowish red."
And there the tree stood,
all yellow and red.
Shedding his last tear,
with time his leaves would shed.
A song less wind, a bit of fear.
And the last leaf, took it's leave.
Leaving behind the rootless tree.
The dying tree, stood by me.
With just solitude around,
a barren ground.
I heard the tree's wailing sound.
stupendous.. :)