Ripped away
from its birth place
by the hands of wind.
Rushing to nowhere and wishing to know of its destiny.
Twisting, turning, trying to regain its
form of acrobatic dance
with confusion.
It was flying but it didn’t know how to.
It heard applause but its viewers didn’t
understand its anguish.
And now it wished for everything to end
so it could rest its torn flesh. But then the rain started.