BRASHLEY PHOTOGRAPHY

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I am a leaf on this dear tree,
Hanging on, not wanting to be free,
Remembering days when I was just a bud,
Praying I don't fall in the mud.

With spring approaching and growing fast,
Oh, what beauty I shall cast.
Longing for summer with long sun bursts,
I pray life treats me well and I'm not
 curst.

Summer came with rays of sun,
Children playing and having fun.
The nights were light and I could see,
The leaves, my friends and me.

My friends have fallen, but I'm still here,
Hanging on though deep in fear.
Fearing the day, when I won't be,
A beautiful leaf upon this tree.

Looking back on days gone by, 
I'm old and frail and bone dry.
With my crumpled skin, it won't be long
Before I am not here and I'm dead and gone

But until then I shall be,
A little old leaf hanging on this tree.

 ~ By Bren