My everlasting life

I am a leaf
worn down to the last of my life.

Holes
all over my body
that someone, if anyone,
could see a small glimpse of what is left of the world through.
They could see the gas coming off the trees,
almost as if they were

burning.

The smokey air roams
like a wild horse.
Leaving tracks that cover every inch of the land
as far as I can see.

The exhaust
ages me even more than I can bare.
I think about it.
About falling off.
But my time here

is
everlasting.