The Fall

It's a cruel chill

Up my spine

I gaze at me

Where is the green?

All withered and dry

That's why

The tiny stem holding my only limb

Has at last let go off me

Disconnected, separated

I look up in sadness

As I fall

I cannot cry

My tears feel dry

I sway on the cradle of the wind

Surrendering my being

I land atop a heap of many a clone

In these last breaths

I do not die alone