Stay yet a while’

Begged the tree of the leaf,

‘For this is but, time in transit Just a season, meant to pass

The bite of cold

Will release its hold

Then again will there be

The season of plenty

Stay yet a while’

‘Nay, I can’t tarry,’

The leaf affirmed,

‘The others have left, so will I

The grip of cold is strong

And to it you might yet succumb

Bent over as you are by the force of gale...

Whence again shall I receive the invite of wind?

So the time is nigh to let go

Forthwith I bid bye’

The tree understood the leaf’s quandary

And even as it wondered,

How was one to choose

Between holding on and letting go?

How could it tell the leaf

In separation, it isn’t the tree that withers...

Resigned as it were

To the play of nature

In its parting smile, it hid its sigh