The Wind

The wind keeps teasing me
Blowing the leaves
Like a child, I try to catch one
But the wind scorns me
And blows the leaf away
Further from my grasp
I follow the leaf’s trail
And finally grab hold
But to no avail
The wind uses all its force
And the leaf slips free
The wind shows no remorse
Still I believe if I push a little more
I’ll one day surpass the wind’s vigor