A fallen leaf

Fell a green leaf of the branch
on a sultry winter morning
Blew a dry breeze and it fell
miles away from the tree

Came the days and went the nights
And stolen was the moisture
Flushed were veins and dried was leaf
as severed it felt from the tree

Blew another breeze and away it took
in the distant that longing leaf
in it alive were still the memories
of the veins broken from the root

calls the tree sometimes with whisper
the distant aloof fallen leaf
but prevails drought in the dried veins
As it waits to drench in rain