Like a Yellow Leaf

Like a yellow leaf,

I am in a autumn storm,

strong to my roots,

but in need to go.

I want to go,

but my roots say no.

I need to go,

the wind says so.

But I don't care,

I just hope to be ready,

so that when the storm takes me,

I will know how to fly.

I'll fly high,

over the stress,

and over the roofs.

I am just a yellow leaf,

I may be seen or not,

but I'm ready to fly,

over this windstorm;

over my fear.

The fear of not being ready,

the fear of having fear;

what a stupid idea