Pride

Two leaves holding on,

To a branch's fragile end,

The happy autumn wind blew,

Unaware of the truth,

But the leaves battled,

Trying to hold each other close,

But the colour was turning orange,

Age took most of there friends away,

Or many flew far,

But they clung to each other,

With hands no one could see,

And the time passed,

The frustrated autumn wind,

Blew harder,

And one leaf fell,

Far on the banks of the river,

Waiting, 

Denying to sail without his love,

To a place of happiness,

Beyond the sad and chaos,

And soon the other leaf,

Tired of the harsh current,

Left the branch.