If My Words Could Fly!

If my words could fly, 

With the west wind. 

I would write an ode on the shattered leaves,

That it trembles.

I would compose on the ocean cavern it interrupts. 

I would write in the clouds it moves.

But Alas! My words don't reach many.

Oh, mighty West wind! Carry me with you. 

We shall both reach the heights of the sky,

The measureless ocean where sunlight doesn't peep.

We shall fly with the autumn leaves and make this nature wine red.

We shall preach people the meanings of love and humanity, 

For the world has lost it and stooped very low.

Oh, mighty West wind! Carry me with you. 

We shall make the universe a better place to live in.