Note Found on the Bus by Mr. S

To You
who have found this note:

I started as a seedling
and grew for
hundreds of years
into a tree

Then I was cut down
and mashed into paper

I used to be homework
but went through the wash
in the back pocket of somebody’s jeans

So now I beg of you:
take me somewhere nice
and turn me into a kite
Fly me up as high as the sun
Let me dream among the clouds

And when I fall
please recycle me