I fall, I dry, I shrivel...
But that is the happiest day on which i dwell,
I gain my independence from attachment,
To watch the world with great detachment,
In wind i find a friend,
Who carries me on all my errand.
I travel to places unrestrained
To see the world so well trained
But the mother of all beckons
A part of her i must eventually become
to regain life in a different form....
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