Written by: Autumn Rose Wood

Rushing wind pushes her down
She skins her knee alone
She looks to the crying sky
She silently soulfully moans

What does she look like?
What does she see?
What does the wind whisper in her shell like air?

Will someone rescue her from her fear?
Or will she be like wonder woman
And rescue herself
And the rest of the world?

God watches it all and blows out the candle