Firefly trails echoed Across cerulean skies White daisies to crown Little Idian Princesses Tiptoeing through the forest Leaves crunching under our feet The air smells of autumn Of dusty oak leaves Pumpkin pie and rose petals Too far from home But no one will ever know The thrill causing difficulty To exhale Redleaves scatter and Fall over the grassy bank Into the black water Producing infinite circles Pressing onward Dodging tree branches Over the moss covered stones Implanted in the creek They've been polished Over time Slipping into the icy water Skin pierced by A pool of needles Struggling upwards Onto dry land Soaked and chilled yet Giggling in complete ecstasy despite scratched blbows And bruised knees Twilight soon approaches Our only indication The fading sunlight Between tree branches Hurrying home IN our yellowed sneakers The breeze reddening Perfect porcelain cheeks Yet to have been robbed By time
