The Last Green Leaf

The Last Green Leaf

I look outside my window , at the old apple tree

It's leaves long gone , except for one hanging free

I turn over and silently sigh

Soon , I'll have to say goodbye

They say I won't last long

And I know they're not wrong

I'm not sad , I have no sorrow

When they say I won't be here tomorrow

After all , it's God who makes the calls

I'll go when the last leaf falls

There's a strong wind blowing from the river

The leaf shakes , I shiver

Everything's cold , I need a nap

From which I may never rise , I hear a twig snap

Before I go to my grave , the flowers and the wreath

I say this prayer with my last breath

I shut my eyes , I'll never wake

I pray to God my soul to take

Poem written at age 15 . No judging allowed. Was greatly tempted to change words and lines but I've retained the original. And no , I'm not a morbid person.