Life Away From the Tree

I am just a leaf,

I stay high up on a branch,

I long to explore,

I long to live my own life.

Whoosh!

A gust of wind takes me away,

This is my only chance;

I fly through the air like a beautiful bird.

As I glide I see joy on faces,

I feel soft drops of rain on my surface,

I hear weeps of sorrow,

I am free.

Life away from the tree, 

Turns from adventure to misery,

I lay on the floor,

Waiting for my friend, the wind.

No more joy.

No more rain.

No more sorrow. No more feeling. No more life.

Am I free?