Enfuriated airโs blow whisks against me
Punched in the stomach, I flutter off the tree
Upon the ground I lay,
I was ice cold, now turn green again in May.
Wish I will, wish I might
Once up high, took down a sad flight
Wish enough, all day I do
Iโll never reach the up there, twas at a great height.
I lay molded into the grass
Hoping wind blows me higher than high,
Breeze, the tree I bypas...