Loose Bit Of Fluff Poem by Dean Meredith

A loose bit of fluff
Blew across my grass
Then it got stuck there
Nothing let it pass

That fluff was you
The grass is me
You will fly off
Eventually

But I'll grow on
Toward the sky
Until I'm cut
And then I'll die

And you'll blow on
Soft and carefree
Until you find
Another me

And I'll be dead
And thrown away
And you'll blow on
To another day

Then I'll be tipped
Back on the ground
And I'll blow too
It goes around

And we'll blow on
And never stay
And we'll blow on
But never stay