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.