Sitting outside

Sitting outside

Rocking in this faux wooden chair

I want to cry and I don’t know why

A gentle breeze

blows through the trees

The yellows, reds, and greens

They rock with me

The orange leaves

They wave this way and that

Treetops sway to and fro

In a tender autumn dance

Azul sky splotched with wispy pillows

Shining in the afternoon sun

Sitting, rocking

Watching the world move around me

Waiting for me to move with it

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