Words to the Wind by a Dying Leaf

Why must you taunt me, wind?
Why must you blow at me,
And make me leave my home,
My cozy little tree.

Do I have to fall?
Down on the hard ground
Where my siblings lay
Rotting in a mound?

You’re blowing harder now.
More violent than before.
You’re blowing me away.
I must go, live no more.

I’m on my last root, no time to stall.
Farewell to you wind, now I must fall.