This is really wonderful Josh!
I watch as the wind carries it swiftly away,
It floats around like it was never even here.
It flies higher and higher like it is a mere nothing.
But it was something, it was something to me.
Not perfect to most, but something I adored.
I held it, just for a brief moment, and it was real.
It could have become something amazing and alive,
It could have been nothing but a hope and dream.
It will float until the wind settles and it falls,
Falls peacefully to the ground where it finds home.
Where it becomes something once again.
Where again it is adored,
by someone other then me!