You and Me

It's only you and me
Those little strings in the road
Blowing in the highway wind
So fragile and easily harmed
Some catch on the branches
Of neighboring bushes
Future material for some bird's house
Others, trampled by oncoming cars
But not you and me
We roll and fly and survive
Picked up on a sunny afternoon
By a curious girl in red
Added to her precious cigar box
Placed under her bed