I am yellow and starting to brown.

I have two craters and three tears;

This is how a leaf ages.

I am among many on this tree,

From which we are bound to-

But not subservient to.

We hail to the Wind that passes,

And together we make the music of Nature.

I flicker and dance according to the mood of our Wind,

Day after day,

Night after night.

But nothing is permanent,

I can feel the strength of my stem weakening.

Soon the Wind will judge when my time is near,

For it will be my last dance,

My last song.

I will then fall,

But before I decay any further,

The scintillating sound of life will be the last I hear.

*Thanks for reading.