Is it really possible
to follow the wind?
Capture it in a jar, in a box,
In a picture
Does it still whip around
Inside captivity?
It is frozen
coming to a halt
Inside walls
Left alone
Winds are ever changing
Whipping this way and that
finding no safety in the storm
limbs break and some entirely crash down
leaving leaves to scatter the ground
Aimlessly tossed
landing then flying again
some torn to shreds in the brutality*
Vanity is striving after wind