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The Last Leaf

What is there
For the last leaf on the tree
To gloat over?

Well –
Imagine
A little ant
Wandering alone
Under the tree.
Imagine
It can shade the ant
From the blazing sun
As it swings wildly in the wind.

Never mind
If the wind
Tears it off the tree.

If only it could fall on the little ant
Gently
Like a huge green umbrella
And wait
With a mischievous smile
For the mother ant to arrive
And be cross with it
For hiding her child from her –

What more would a leaf want?

THE LAST LEAF

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The Last Leaf

What is there
For the last leaf on the tree
To gloat over?

Well –
Imagine
A little ant
Wandering alone
Under the tree.
Imagine
It can shade the ant
From the blazing sun
As it swings wildly in the wind.

Never mind
If the wind
Tears it off the tree.

If only it could fall on the little ant
Gently
Like a huge green umbrella
And wait
With a mischievous smile
For the mother ant to arrive
And be cross with it
For hiding her child from her –

What more would a leaf want?

The Last Leaf

What is there
For the last leaf on the tree
To gloat over?

Well –
Imagine
A little ant
Wandering alone
Under the tree.
Imagine
It can shade the ant
From the blazing sun
As it swings wildly in the wind.

Never mind
If the wind
Tears it off the tree.

If only it could fall on the little ant
Gently
Like a huge green umbrella
And wait
With a mischievous smile
For the mother ant to arrive
And be cross with it
For hiding her child from her –

What more would a leaf want?
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