Green grass probes my feet, wrinkling my nose A blue sky lets my eyelids grow heavy longing for rest Cars swish by Dusty wheels turn on and on Old roads never end
A little girl no longer so young She weeps because she is older Forced off a cliff she hadn’t seen Flailing, screeching, grasping, for a sturdy point to take hold But alas not one remains She falls They watch She dies.