I can't fall in love with a breeze, <br />never knowing which way <br />his hurricane will blow my heart, <br />as I'm already leaves on the wind. <br />Should I fall, gather me, <br />cradle gently seeds of my soul, <br />please don't sell them to the breeze. <br /> <br />What I really need is steady earth, <br />surely upon his own path, <br />there I can plant my feet <br />and safely grow blossoming leaves <br />of desired spring. <br />Then, should a heady breeze threaten me <br />his earth will take hold, <br />shelter me from scattering, <br />like leaves on the wind. <br /> <br />14/09/08<br /><br />Viola Grey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/leaves-on-the-wind/
