Withering

 Upon a lonesome tree
 Clung a lonesome leaf
  
 All others had fallen
 Decomposed and become rotten
  
 Despite the winter wind
 Despite the stem that had grown thin
  
 This leaf ever held on
 When all but he were gone
  
 To many, the tree seemed dead
 Lifeless with no more life to spread
  
 But this leaf testified
 Some sap of life remained inside
  
 He endured a jaded January
 He held out a frigid February
  
 But in March a storm roared 
 And his stem was torn
  
 Still, a few fibers held him
 Though he knew his outlook to be grim
  
 Soon he would fall
 The last of all
  
 But then, from behind, he felt the soft push of a bud
  
 The tree whispered, "Go on; well done."

5 responses to “Withering”

Melissa Roderick

Feb 3, 2021

Love you. ❤

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1. Josiah Dalto
  
  Mar 2, 2021
  
  That was really good..
  It definitely made me feel the pain and long for the calling home.
  
  Thank you Harper. Love you brother.
  
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2. Josiah Dalton
  
  Mar 2, 2021
  
  That was really good..
  It definitely made me feel the pain and long for the calling home.
  
  Thank you Harper. Love you brother.
  
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  1. hjroderick
    
    Mar 3, 2021
    
    Love you, Josiah. Thank you
    
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melroderick78

Feb 3, 2021

Love you. ❤

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Withering

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