Falling Down
The winds now change from blue to gray
And gawking gulls scoop by.
The evening blows now comes the rain
While cries of breath now sigh.
A damp pasture shivers in the cold
Where big drops patter again.
To shower all in withered fold
From freezing trees to mother hen.
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