By Sonia Birla, age 12, North Carolina
The leaf fell
Gently, gently,
Looking for its place
Slowly, slowly.
When it hit the ground
Softly, softly,
It became just one in a million.
By Sonia Birla, age 12, North Carolina
The leaf fell
Gently, gently,
Looking for its place
Slowly, slowly.
When it hit the ground
Softly, softly,
It became just one in a million.