Stone Soup

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Fall Night

I gaze at the fall night sky
I lie down in the cold grass
Close my eyes
Breathing slowly
I imagine I am a falling leaf
I float in twirl in the slow breeze
I open my eyes stand up I look
Around and all I see are bare
Trees and fallen leaves
I lie back down and stare at the
Fall night sky

Fall Night Elizabeth R. Herndon
Elizabeth R. Herndon, 10
Paradise, California