Chimes

the wind sways, 

carries the leaves

into a new home

past the cherry oak tree,

past the tunnel,

past me.

I want to be

with the leaves

I want to be free

from my tree,

dear wind,

"sway nearby me?"

"No, not yet,

you will see,

you are right where

you're meant to be."

so the wind leaves

and blows away

and I am here

on my tree today.

"maybe tomorrow

I solemnly say,

as I sit in the

setting suns

last final embrace"

day breaks,

the wind is here!

what is this magical sound

I hear?

so to the wind,

I gleefully ask

"where is this sound

what might it be?!"

The wind blows, 

"It is the chimes,

the music of me."

To my excitement,

I ask again,

"might I blow away,

with my friends?"

"share this music,

share this trend?"

The wind whips,

and lends

me the power

to fly.

I soar great lengths

to my new home

pass the cherry oak tree

past the tunnel,

but to my surprise,

the chimes had subside.

so I grew my tree,

I fostered my own 

little leaves,

and watched them 

listen to the wind

hear the music,

and still wish

to be free.

(heres some music to listen to while reading- chimes are around 3:45 - https://youtu.be/ialzg6VNm_Y?si=o_qfmD2QYQp7iCIz )