We'll float on air's palm, as it cradles us downward.
With each turn, we'll pretend we veer across kingdoms and carnivals.
We'll laugh with open mouths to swallow the wind.
Sometimes we'll taste the faint frost of a northern breeze.
Sometimes the southern gusts will swoop us in a loop of fragrant honey.
We'll keep falling.
And when the grasses of a waiting world zero in, we'll cling to each other.
Does it bruise, hitting the ground?
I believe we will be okay.
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Photo attribution: Vincent Van Gogh, "The fall of the leaves"
Vincent van Gogh [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons
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Don't forget to see the accompanying video and original song. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Leww0DWqGg4&feature=youtube_gdata_player
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