This is a slightly extended Tanka poem. For those of you who aren’t familiar, Tanka’s follow 5/7/5/7/7, this poem is a variant, following 6/8/6/8/8. Hope you enjoy!
The trees are scattering
and they scatter when the wind blows.
Leaves fall, carry on…
one by one, they start to escape.
Free as air, where the wind blows.