The last leaf upon my tree clung

so sternly that all

wondered if the cold North winds

would ever make it fall.

Through the winds and the rain

of winter’s approaching snare,

the little leaf upon my tree

held on so tightly there.

Every morning through my window

I marveled at its resound

as all the other leaves had fallen

helplessly to the ground.

Then one cold and wintery day

I looked at my tree with despair

for that little leaf with heart so big

had fallen….and the tree was bare.

All winter long I looked out my window

to where my tree stood tall,

and to the spot where once clung that leaf

that refused to give in and fall.

Then one day, the sun shined strong

and Spring was in the air…

to my dismay I saw a small leaf

growing so patiently there.

As Spring grew closer and warm

 the wind, my heart was filled with glee,

for now upon once bare limb’s

was a beautiful leaf filled tree.

I learned a lesson that very day,

from the last little leaf upon my tree,

that all good things come to those

who endure patiently.