Once

• Millie Sobiecki, Grade 6
• Poetry
• 2018

As the wind blows through my hair, my mind follows
Pondering one thought...
Where do the autumn leaves go?
Do they ever wander as I once did?
Do they ever long for the wind to let them gently float back to Earth
How do they feel to be free?
Carelessly roaming the wide open world
Life used to be
Not trapped in their own mind
Dreading everything always
Peacefully they touch the once soft ground
Then fading away
Realising one small thing
Reality was once someone's fantasy
Why can’t fantasy be reality?