something tranquil.......
My time has come
I am the last
The rest have fallen
And withered fast
I can feel it now
Here comes the wind
With the final gust
Will bring my end
There's the snap
And down I go
Where will I stop
I do not know
Gliding gently
Over a field of green
Where I land
I cannot be seen
Others are around me
The ones who fell first
I'm drained of color
And dry from thirst
Past the field
The last thing I see
There it stands
My home my tree
I am the last
The rest have fallen
And withered fast
I can feel it now
Here comes the wind
With the final gust
Will bring my end
There's the snap
And down I go
Where will I stop
I do not know
Gliding gently
Over a field of green
Where I land
I cannot be seen
Others are around me
The ones who fell first
I'm drained of color
And dry from thirst
Past the field
The last thing I see
There it stands
My home my tree