A leaf drifts to the ground

It's not the first, who knows if it's the last

It  all makes me feel like the world is ending

You can rake the leaves away but they always drift down

There's no stopping  the force of the wind

It rapes the trees and rattles my shingles

I feel so helpless against it

A babe in the woods

What do I say?

What do I do?

There's no frostbite in this indian summer

Just the lingering threat

I'm so tired of feeling threatened

Fearful of never rising to my full height, always being blown down by the wind

If only I was a mountain

If only I was a bird

If only I was the force never the reaction

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