The last leaf on the tree,
Is the strongest of them all.
Resisting frosts and winds,
So determined not to fall.
Along comes a little girl,
As weak as a mere kitten.
Plucks said leaf with ease,
With it she is so smitten.
She cleans and nourishes it,
This fruit of her endeavour.
Into her pressed flower book,
Where it shall live forever.
Pride of place on page one,
This loved leaf is happy to be.
Glad to be out of the cold,
The last leaf once upon a tree.
Quite intriguing piece on a leaf being loved, and hope the leaf is happy with the treat ;)
" into her pressed flower book" A beautiful poem. Reminding us of what is really important. A Fairy tale of simplicity.
Pride of place on page one, This loved leaf is happy to be. Glad to be out of the cold, The last leaf once upon a tree. my dear Shaun, thank you for your thinking and writing such a fine poem. to ny
A beautiful poem --The journey of the last leaf from cold winter to a place of pride with the touch of a loving hand!
I was very happy to see she kept the leaf, rewarding it for its perseverance. Well-constructed poem with terrific imagery.
Wow a wonderful poem of a leaf as a book marker. Kudos. Plz do read and comment my newest poem too titled, 'A recount.. of pandemic lockdowns worldwide.
A well composed poem........ Truly marvelous and astonishing.....5 stars*****