Mother nature blows

I fall to the ground

As the ground shakes

I fall to the ground

An orange group of leaves fall

To the cold sodden ground

 

People talk

And I can’t walk

I fly in the wind

But people sigh

I need to fly high

But then I say bye

To my tree and I

What will I do?

 

I guess this is bye to the tree and I

I drift to another tree sad and bad

This is the tree that is high and I cry

This is a tree that is just right to me  

This is just me and him now.