Interesting!
Blow me in the breeze, I ask
Watch me float away
I’ve never been the sort for that
Never, not ‘til now
I’ve always been on the ground
Firm and never moving
But my roots have been dug
And my leaves have all fallen
So blow me in the breeze, I beg
Let me fly away
I am battered, I am bruised
Nothing of me, they have left
I’ve always been so sure
Of the colours my leaves will grow
But now I do not recognise
The colours that they turn
Blow me in the breeze, I cry
But watch to where I float
Tie cord to me and pull me down
Never, shall I go
Desperately beautiful writing.. Loved the colours of the leaves..