Fall of Fall

Roots are so deep
in between the soil
with my head so far up
in the clouds
leafs are falling
I always wanted to be a dandelion
but they etch their intials
on my bark
just as if they would pour
their wine
but it is becoming winter
and the fall was too short
though I am here all the time
hearing the wind
hearing the children
play outside
with their toys
girls and boys
but I am just losing my leaves
with my skin becoming bark