Pine Needle Story Poem

I'm a little pine needle, spinning in the breeze My life was so predictable before, now I'm ill at ease Falling from a great height, into who knows where I just don't know if I'll like it down there I'm conscious of my path, I tumble and I twirl I resolve to be my best and give new life a whirl Things come into focus, there's dance and a display Riding the wind with pals, creating patterns all day This phase of life plays to my dreams It's where I was meant to be it seems Creating beauty for those who choose to see For every twist and turn I'm now completely free