Vagabond in the wind.

I see you
checking out the fabric of life
like a leaf turned over
and over indeed
but new it will never be
once fallen from the tree
it will slowly float and drift
sometimes at the very feet
sometimes, with a gust of wind
picked up and taken
on a voyage like a vagabond
across patches of green
knowing not fate’s plan
a mere toy wandering
as far as the wind is willing,
just another vagabond riding
beyond its Apple tree.

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