Wind blows through leaves

Making a mystical drone

But not as droning as

The cars in the distance

 

Small birds chirp

Wings beat freely

Flying far away

Some wings lay rested

On the road

On the side of the road

 

Trunks rise upwards

Some twisted, knarled

Cars carry trunks

Filled with luggage

And stuff made of us

 

Cars are going far away 

Faster than ever

Leaving this deceived world

Leaving us