A Small Leaf Poem by Piyush Dey

Fresh upon an awkward tree,
floats a single small leaf on the brow,
the leaf looks as weak as old and pale,
but still the tree looks alive with a single lung,
all above the grief-stricken branches,
floats a small leaf on the brow,
fresh upon an awkward tree,
No matter how much, rain, heat or cold,
it still laughs and stands as bold,
as the grief-stricken tree stands on the shore,
one day with a ferocious wind, a storm came,
blowing wildly that tender hold of the leaf,
though the storm prevailed a day long,
the leaf cried not,
it still laughed and stood as bold,
as the grief-stricken tree stood on the shore,
the same day, a nightingale came,
sat upon those old branches of dusty glace,
and sang, sang for the whole day long, and-
next day when the crimson sun dawned,
blossomed a thousand flowers,
floated a thousand leaves,
fresh upon that awkward tree...