Swift Tree

I see a tree,

So swift and free.

I want to be free too,

Although no one has a clue.

I never get to see it often,

All of its leaves fall and flatten.    

I pass it when I go to the park,

But I get distracted by a dog’s bark. 

It’s always so swift and fine,

I wish it was mine.

Everything goes here and there,

Only the tree is swift with the air.