I’m tired of all this swoosh and swirl.

This wind doesn’t care that I even exist.

It brushed me off my tree,

And then pushed me off to random places.

Some places are lovely and others are honestly scary.

I swooped through wheels of cars,

got caught up on wired fences,

Bathed in muddy puddles.

By chance I made some leaf friends.

We swirled together in a tornado.

Moving specks of dirt as we moved.

It wasn’t long before I was on my own again.

The wind likes to push us apart.