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?