Will the last leaf
Of an autumn tree
Stand bravely alone?

Or is it simply
Lingering in serenity
The noblest leaf
That can be found?

Will fallen leaves
Herald the last
As their king?

Sometimes humans like to put their own emotional perspective on objects, or plants, or animals that don’t share the same emotional spectrum. I did that here with Linger, imagining a tree as a kingdom, and the leaves as subjects living in the kingdom. To me, the tree is the land, and the leaves are people. How would the leaves feel if they were all laying on the ground, looking up at their last brother or sister still clinging to life on the tree? Would they venerate the leaf, would they despair at their predicament? Maybe a little of both?