Scarf
I am a scarf, blowing in the wind.
I wonder where I will land, who will find me?
I hear the sound of the soaring leaves around me
I see the seasons go by.
I want to be found, loved
I am a scarf, blowing in the wind
I pretend to believe that someone will wear me
I feel the cold fall wind closing in around me
I touch the branches of the old withered trees
I worry as my ends fray and my color fades away
I cry as birds building nests slowly take me away
I am a scarf, blowing in the wind
I understand that I was not intended to be worn by a queen.
I say that any girl will do.
I dream of one day being redone
I try to forget my hard life
I hope that other scarves will find their way
I am a scarf blowing in the wind.