There I was flowing through the wind
Like the chlorophyll seeping through my steam
Rain was falling, unlike me
Soon I will join them
But until then I shall tell you my tale
One that has twists and turns
And an ending that will hopefully prevail
I have a job
One that saves the tree
Gives it food, fulfills all it's needs.
That is my life and duty
One that I take very seriously
The wind pulls at my seams
Endlessly trying to unwind the bindings that tie me to my home
Almost as if it was trying to rewrite fate
And to my surprise it does
There I fly into the free world
A world full of the unknown
Here my story begins
Whisked away on the unseen stead
Stolen from my home and looming fate that will never become known
Regrets are made formal and I can feel my death coming closer
Before I know it, I am on the ground
Cold and lifeless
Falling apart sooner than later
Becoming the soil and nurturer
A creator
In the end I did not prevail
In the end I only failed
I used the structure of narative for my poem