Just one last little leaf
Hanging on
The very last one
Small twisted gold
On the last twig
Of the last branch
Of the last tree
To have one
Not proud to be the last
Of all those thousands
Not knowing why it remained
A sole survivor
It danced in the breeze
Lonely to be left
All the others
Beautiful medallions
Haphazard mosaic
On the forest floor
A carpet of God’s glory
While the last little leaf
Bewildered to remain alone
Patiently waited,
dancing in the sky
Looking for Jesus to come
To return to the fold below
Lost no more.