Gone with the wind. . . (Express strokes #25)

Graphite on paper

Wish I were a bird,
and flap my wings,
But I am a tree,
trying to fly,
with my roots deep inside,
Going nowhere,
only shedding my leaves!
time will pass,
wind will be gone,
and there will be a lul,
after the storm!
Wish I could get,
some sick leaves,
in the meantime! :)