Remaining Leaf

I'm like the remaining leaf,
Clinging to the tree of hope,
Unwilling to relinquish the familiar,
And accept the consuming cold.

I'm like the remaining leaf,
High above the rest,
Aware that despite my height,
Demise is our common trait.

I'm like the remaining leaf,
Who refuses to lose vibrancy,
And join the exodus,
In colorless irrelevancy.

I'm like the remaining leaf,
Afraid of the impending doom,
And becoming nothing,
On which strangers tread.

I'm like the remaining leaf,
Who pleads for recognition,
For once I plummet downwards,
I'll become indistinguishable.