The Last Blossom Poem by Fathima Usman

Among the last green leaves of the tree,
A little last blossom flutters free,
Like a dying man breathing his last,
Like a soldier slain in the battles past.

Every living thing has its last day
To get rid of the soul, to make a last pay.
Once the petals are shed
Or parting words are said,
The loving leaves loosen their hold
Making the warmth give way to the cold.
Farewell to the last blossoms that fall!
Take heed, for thou shalt be followed by all!