Work Text:
sun, wind, and warm decay
dancing in the wind, in the sun
i wonder how it feels
to swing on branches
back and forth
like a tangle of yarn
wooly spun
i’d like to be
the child of the wind
in the sun, in the rain
i come and leave,
into the other world
scattering behind me
a trail of lichen and leaves
swaying away
to the song of decay
along with the tambourine trees
࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ༄