Falling

• Kara Docherty, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2021

I fall from the sky,
with nowhere to go.
So I follow the wind,
And go with the flow.
Coming down,
I dodge a tree.
Far ahead I see the sea,
It looks cold and wet, just like me.
Coming close to the land below,
Children shout “It looks like snow!”
They run outside and pick some up,
Then they start piling it up.
Landing softly on the ground,
I see more of me swirling around.
When they stop there is no sound,
It’s just the air, all around.