
The last leaf quivered and shivered.
The autumn wind blew.
She looked around, knowing the other leaves have long gone.
They said their goodbyes, bade their farewells,
Floating peacefully to the soil below,
Fulfilling life, fulfilling the cycle they are all supposedly a part of.
The last leaf
Quivered and shivered.
Why has she held on for so long?
Because sometimes
We prefer Familiar Misery
Rather than the Maybe of an unknown reality.
The raindrops come.
Harder and harder the wind blows.
The last leaf musters up all her courage.
She lets go.
She floats away, free.