As the plant withers away,
Its best days behind it,
It still clings to life
With all the strength it can bear.
A single youthful leaf
Sucks sunlight in for energy.
Just barely enough
To keep the being whole.
I hold on to my last beacon of hope,
Shining with its beautiful shades of green.
But where does life lie
In a being such as this
If all parts are dead,
Except one shining spot
What else of me is left
When everything else has died?
Perhaps I am weak,
Or perhaps I am strong.
But one certain thing stands out.
I will not let my shining leaf down.