A Single Leaf

A gentle fall breeze does blow,

As a single brown leaf tilts to and fro.

Deathly grey clouds block the sun's glorious light,

As if to say everything will not be alright.

Men and women stand with silent tears,

As a robed man preaches to ease their fears.

Behind him a casket lies,

And in that casket, a woman resides.

Her parents, her siblings, her husband, and her children all mourn.

As easily as ripping paper their lives have been torn.

The service ends and she is placed into the ground,

And people leave to escape silence's deafening sound.

All were prepared for this day,

Knowing the "Red Death" couldn't be kept at bay.

Yet the youngest child, age eight,

Willed this not to be her fate.

The husband rests his hand on the boy's shoulder,

Attempting to be his son's unmoving boulder,

But even the most faithful hound,

Must eventually be unbound.

The boy stood awhile,

Feeling like complete bile.

He closed his small hands to pray,

As he finally found the strength to walk away.

A fierce breeze does blow,

As a single brown leaf tilts to and fro.

Eventually, the stem snaps,

And the leaf is lost with the scraps.