Take me on a drive

I'll roll the window down

stick out my hand

let it

soar through the air

fly on the speed

fly on the wind.

Take me on a drive

I'll paint a sketchbook full

The first leaf

is let away

from the motherly grasp

of its tree's branches.

It twirls down

the veins and the webbed leaf between them

fighting

gravity

making it spin

dip