As seasons go by and then reach fall,
Colors of green change their shade,
Trees covered totally in red overalls,
Some leaves waiting above to fade,
One last leaf thinking while on the branch
When will I be just like my friends?
I am not good enough, too staunch,
Why do I get to turn only in the end
The leaf doesn't know it is very precious,
With a longer life and a much better fate,
There is no need for it to be anxious,
If good things in its life happen late,
So when you feel in life that you are the last,
Still keep working hard till end from the start,
others might seem to be moving a bit fast,
Just hold on tightly to the hope in your heart!
