I wrote this for a last minute submission to my school's newspaper. I'll find out tomorrow if the creative writers club I'm in decides to use it.
The leaves fall to the ground as the wind rises
Blowing softly through the hollow tree.
I hold the long forgotten book in my hands.
The wind is cold,
Biting my bare fingers as I grip the bindings.
The pages flutter,
Stopping suddenly though the wind still blows.
The words jump from the page to my mouth,
Rolling off my tongue in a violent wave.
These words of peace once forgotten
Now fill the earth once more.
Sing oh! swallow before you fly away.
And for once let us listen in peace
As the leaves fall to the ground.