As I crossed the street

I saw a piece of paper

Lying in the gutter.

The wind caught it,

Teased it,

Fluttered it along.

End over end it danced.

And I laughed.

Then it soared away,

Higher and higher,

On the wind.

And I cried.

Just a piece of paper,

Fluttering down the street.

But I thought...

If the right wind came along,

I could do that...