The last leaf that was about to leave,
From the tree that was hope and belief.
A poor girl who had stronger belief
that she would've died with the fall of that leaf.
She survived as the leaf was not on the tree but,
She didn't know it was not real.
A painting that was a masterpiece,
By the person who died at the end.
A hope can survive you from sultry,
So its good to have stronger belief.
You don't know what cause you to make me believe,
"A Constant Work to Create Your Masterpiece"