Fly Leaves Poem by Rosalita Fern

Please can i be the robin?
open my wings and fly?
not care about the world
just fly
feel the air through my wings
feel the fresh morning dew under my feet?

Can i be the leaves?
the one that they all marvel at?
amazing colours, . they way they fall so freely, elegantly from the branches, breaking free from its hold.
turning and changing from season to season.
like a floating ballet to the ground when they fall.
the chasing of cars as they drive by.
the reds, orange, brown, green, yellow.
so beautiful
amazing
endless cycle.
forever the same but forever changing and unique.