I'm like the last leaf dangling from a tree in the fall. If I were to part ways, I could join the others lying on the ground who's minds were tempted with the promise of adventure, who's fear of winter overwhelmed them. Or I could stay and be the outcast, forever bonded with tree, sticking to it through the think and thin. How lonely must it be for a tree who's children have abandoned him? We could watch the others eventually get raked into a trash bag where they will spend the rest of eternity. But me? I will forever be with the tree.