Enfuriated air’s 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

I’ll 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 bypass

On my way onward, I shall reach up into the sky.