The Last Leaf
It is the last leaf on this tree,
Friends left one after another,
It's the only one left,
Reminiscing about the warm days of summer alone.
It stubbornly persists and looks forward to,
Spring, that ray of hope.
time is relentless,
Let the wind and rain blow the world wantonly.
The snail and the weeds under the tree watched coldly,
insult its dignity,
Laughing at its overreach,
But it never explains.
I ask, is it worth it,
It smiled faintly and looked into the distance.
How can you expect snails and weeds to understand the pursuit of a leaf.