What is there
	For the last leaf on the tree
	To gloat over?

	Well –
	Imagine
	A little ant
	Wandering alone 
	Under the tree.
	Imagine
	It can shade the ant
	From the blazing sun
	As it swings wildly in the wind.

	Never mind
	If the wind
	Tears it off the tree.
	
	If only it could fall on the little ant
	Gently
	Like a huge green umbrella
	And wait
With a mischievous smile
For the mother ant to arrive
	And be cross with it
	For hiding her child from her – 

	What more would a leaf want?