It is autumn in the street,
There is silence on the beach…
The sky is grey,
The sun is cold.
The last leaf’s brave,
The last leaf’s bold!
He is hanging alone in the bare dark tree,
He is counting clouds: one, two and three…
He is fighting against strong wind and cold rain…
He does not want to die – to Live is his aim!
Poor little last leaf doesn’t see a sunshine,
He is fighting for life like the soul of mine.
Frost is freezing him, wind is shaking.
Summer is over, his life is breaking…
But he doesn’t surrender, he fights to the end,
Like a human who fights for his rights and his land.
People, learn how to live! It’s a heroic deed
To be firm, brave and strong. Just such people we need!
It is autumn in the street,
There is silence on the beach…
The sky is grey,
The sun is cold.
The leaf WAS brave,
The leaf WAS bold…
The Last Leaf
© Copyright: Анна Барышева, 2009
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