The Last Leaf Poem by M.J. Henderson

As the seasons change,
And winter comes near,
The tree starts to die.
So i die to.
With every leaf that falls,
I fall to.
Every day the tree,
Loses a few more leaves.
One day,
As i look out the window,
I see only one leaf left.
As t fall asleep that night,
I didn’t except to wake up.
But in the morning the leaf was still there.
And every day after that,
The one leaf still clung to the branch,
Never letting go of it’s branch.
Every day i sit,
Looking at the leaf waiting,
For it to fall.
Two months later,
It’s still there.
And in those two months,
I got better.
One day i walked to the window,
And put my hand over the leaf.
Thats when i realised that,
Someone had painted it on the window.
Someone who didn’t want me to go.