When I was born I became rooted,
To be protected from the harm.
I grew a little taller,
I matured as my hairs grew.
I always stare at the blue ceiling,
With white puffs, I see who were just like me.
They fly with shorter stems, and longer leaves,
Free to roam whenever and where.
Every day I wish I could get close to the yellow light,
Then I can see my shadow casting down on my home
Where I once was rooted.
Now, my time flies past me,
But I’m just waiting on the right blow.
Then I’ll make my wish
And fly piece by piece.
My new home I find on my own,
But never alone because
I’m free to go and return.