Time has come, to let it go
The strenuous wait for the gusty wind
To blow away at the last clinging pieces.
Gliding down gently, light as a feather
To settle down among the green patches
Growing between the concrete cracks.
A little hippity-hop dance
To avoid the trampling foot
Fading into oblivion with each move.
The extrinsic surface withering away
Until the soul remains lingering
Seeking to occupy a new abode.