I am the Last Leaf

I am the last leaf,
edges curled and brown,
still holding fast to this tree

It is not that I am afraid
to let go and fly with the wind;
It is that the vivid smell of green,
verdant grass and leaves wet with rain
drying like diamonds in the sun
still reverberate in my mind
like the wind in an empty canyon

If only that wind will come strong enough
to take me away with it, somewhere
so I will not have to instead
let go and simply drop to the damp earth.