A Leaf, A Branch, A Twig

A leaf hangs on a tree
A branch, a twig away from free
A breath of light could break it loose
It clings on high and bears its noose.

Little ink stained on little weaves
A pen, a paper of the leaves.
Somewhere hangs a leaf and sway,
Still strong the tree, t'is what gives way.

Down upon the ground in paper lies
Writ upon with hand the paper lies,
For the tree and too the leaf,
The branch, the twig, are beyond belief.