The Leaf

falling leafWritten during the 1984/1985 school year.

I’m falling!
Falling slowly to the ground.
Drifting
I’m drifting
on a breath of air
Softly,
I’ve landed on a
soft, green surface.
I’m not afraid,
Anymore.

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