Falling.
I'm falling.
It's supposed to be a sad thing but,
I'm falling.
Beautiful.
So beautiful.
The sky—the clouds—the dirt—the
ground.
I'm supposed to be scared but,
So beautiful.
Free.
So free.
The wind that's trying to stop me,
feels so free.
It's ok wind.... you don't have to worry
about me....
I feel free.
Small.
So small.
Compared to the powerful nature around
me,
I am nothing but a speck of nothing
Small.
Calm.
So calm.
I see the trees wave goodbye to me,
Thank you trees, but I don't deserve
the calm goodbye.
For I am nothing but a speck of nothing.
Calm.
So calm.
Goodbye.
-Aly
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