The last tired leaf

In the final days

Of the season of life

Still hanging on

Not very strong

Awaiting a slow death

Lying dormant for a long time

Before the miracle

Of resurrection

Of new life

And the things

That matters

The joy of light

The glasses that shatter

In the never ending night

That time will come

Just pull through

The dark night

And cold days

Death leads to life

That is the order of things

As it was

A long time ago

So shall we be resurrected