Let the wind blow me away

people are like a box of chocolates
you never know what your gonna get
but when your like me
and you like to sit in the old pear tree to think
you'll understand the wind
the wind takes you places
its like a magical world with many smells
it takes things from one place to another like
smoke or leaves or even.. me
if i was a kite i would soar high above
but would not shout or scream...just think
i would look down at my little old pear tree
thinking about every move i had made
everything i had done
i would let the wind blow me away
without a dout i was still sitting in that pear tree
but it felt like i could fly
i can see myself till the last day i take in the fresh air
sitting in that old pear tree
lisening to the wind
wondering where it would take me next
so here i am now writting this poem
in no other than that same old pear tree
listening to the wind carry me away
wondering where it might take me next
so im going to go now and let the wind blow me away
in my little old pear tree
in the middle of the feild
i open the box of chocolates and pull out a sweet one
rassberry that is
and hold it up for the wind
to smell and carry on the sent
to blow somebody else away
in there little old pear tree
and let the wind blow me away