anyya
the crimson leaves
fell
down
one
at a
time
or in a flurry
she watched them
sadly
then walked and as she walked she made sure to crumple
a few of them
beneath her boot
and she marveled
at their hopelessness
they were defensless
and she trampled on them
she laughed
stomped on some more
delighted
she picked up a handful of them
they were crunchy
some were shades of bright yellows
others
dark reds
she clenched her fist
and they crumbled
then she let them fall
out of her hand
to the ground
where they would remain
as she walked away
One by one the petals drop
There's nothing that can make them stop.
You cannot beg a rose to stay.
Why does it have to be that way?
The butterflies I used to chase
Have gone off to some other place.
I don't know where. I only know
I wish they didn't have to go.
And all the shiny afternoons
So full of birds and big balloons
And ice cream melting in the sun Are done.
I do not want them done
My yard is full of leaves today
Brown and yellow and gold
I think I'll rake them in a pile
Higher than my head
Then I'll pretend it is my bed
I'll jump in very quick
And pile their leaves up over me
For covers soft and thick
I'll just lie there so nice and warm
And look up in the sky
And watch more leaves float down for me
To rake up bye and bye
If I were a leaf
(but I wouldn't be)
I'd have to be tied
to a tree, tree, tree.
I couldn't walk off
(or skip or run)
and my nose would get burned
by the sun, sun, sun.
In summer I'd roast,
(in winter I'd freeze)
and all through October
I'd sneeze, sneeze, sneeze.
oh, why must school begin. the monotony. the stupid poems.
it was a brisk autumn day. a perfect day in fall, a perfect day to take a deep breath, take a walk, take a break, take a look around. pause. think. breath. rest. it was a sunny autumn day. the last day berfore snow.
Ouch. It hurt. A lot. Like a knife slicing my skin. Sharp. It seemed a bit severe... I hadn't meant to hurt her. Really. But it was too late. It hit me hard and I fell...
Huge. Beautiful. Magnificent. In it, We're specks. Nothing at all. Less. But together, we make something Huge. Beautiful. Magnificent.
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