U knw !! … sometimes it happens We watch a movie or read a story Look around if some one caught it “it was me he wrote about..” no ....nothing just a silly doubt..!! Holding tight up the winds and rain The lively green and yellow stale To keep the faith of dying creator And the young lying on the bed soo pale Some time to sleep And spoke.. It never went dry It all got soaked.. ..feel exactly like that last leaf ….in the story that Henry wrote..