The Last Leaf

I’m not sure why every leaf must die

Vibrant green life turns brown and dry

The first sign is the air turns cold

Autumn turns the leaves red and gold

Then Winter’s chill hits the air

The biting wind doesn’t care

The last leaf hits the snowy ground

No more green can be found

Why this happens, I just don’t know

But the fallen leaves are buried under snow

Whatever the reason is for this thing

The leaves will return in the Spring.