Something I just came up with. It's very short, but aren't all poems some one just came up with? Any way, I hope you enjoy it.
The wind sweeps across the forest tree-tops,
blowing, ever blowing.
If only, that wind,
would sweep me away with the leaves
as one with the wind.
The leaves laugh
as they go to a new place.
Can the wind do that for me?
Can I blow somewhere else,
somewhere where I can get away?
The wind calls me.
I yearn to go,
but something stops me.
The forest? The animals?
I know, I can never leave this place.
Not when all I love,
is right here.
The wind carries on,
leaving me.
I am glad of that.
