Story of a withered leaf

Season of death is not so far
I can feel how these leaves tremble
On these trees, they don't want to 
Part away from it,
Nourished, cherished them 
From Spring, and kept them together
Even during the gusty 
Winds of early Summer, 
Were trying to break them apart
But those who were not
Strong they fell even in
Spring, trees aren't heartless
They go through this pain
Of losing their guests every year.
Every leaf on every branch of 
The tree fell silent, they have to
Abandon their dwelling place.
Even the tree himself can't save
Them this time, tears are rolling 
Down from the old, 
Wrinkled eyes of the tree, who
Had witnessed this heart-wrenching
Scenes in the past many times, 
Life just moves on
Whether one stays or not, 
The clock never stops for anyone
Leaves will whither away from 
Branches that used to nourish
Strength them, and the tree 
Itself was always home, 
A place of shelter, and safety
But mother nature has fixed 
A precise time for each 
And everything, you can't 
Stay beyond your fixed time,
So here I stay withered away
From the tree, my corners
Have dried up, it's just 
A matter of time and
From this cycle, I'll be free!