Time flies by in birds’ wings
and the sounds of flutter and
rustles of winds
tugging at leaves,
leaves that want to leave
and yet still hang on
still hang on.
and me? I stand still
while time whirls by,
seasons twirl by in
turning unfurling
display, all
pomp and pageantry.
but sometimes I think
secretly, that I am the
wings of birds flutt’ring
and the wind rustling…
…but mostly I am
the leaves
groaning to let go
but still hanging on
still hanging on
Charissa's Grace Notes 
Beautiful! ❤
Thank you Lynda! I am always thrilled when you like something cus you are just that good! 🙂
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Very nicely said and a little wistful, I think.
A LOT wistful lol
“…but mostly I am
the leaves…”
Yes.
Yes, you are ❤
*Charissa nods silently, smiles secretly*