Pluck a leaf

Pluck a leaf,
It still breathes.
Why? Why does it endures death
And still continues to breathe?

Doesn't it knows it is going to die?

Doesn't it knows it is going to be the end?

Every leaf has it's own responsibility
And death weighs nothing to it.
Born to feed the tree
Die to feed the tree
Not leaving it's own place even if doomed.

It's the pride that keeps the breathing.
It's the will that keeps the breathing.
Death arrives.

And a reborn of a new leaf.