Sheets In the Wind

Written by: Alyssa Finley

To lie on the green grass
and to be able to see the sky,
the birls fly,
and the reddened leaves pass,
(as peaceful as everything is,
it all moves in slow motion,
but the day is over before you know it)
is to know that you were born
somewhere free
but at some degree
you eventually mourn
because in time
it will pass
like sheets in the wind.