A loose bit of fluff
Blew across my grass
Then it got stuck there
Nothing let it pass
That fluff was you
The grass is me
You will fly off
Eventually
But I'll grow on
Toward the sky
Until I'm cut
And then I'll die
And you'll blow on
Soft and carefree
Until you find
Another me
And I'll be dead
And thrown away
And you'll blow on
To another day
Then I'll be tipped
Back on the ground
And I'll blow too
It goes around
And we'll blow on
And never stay
And we'll blow on
But never stay
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Interesting oem. Thank you.