Conscience Thoughts

We are but a leaf,
Blowing in the wind.
Caught up in the whirling turbulence.
Whipped around without a thought.
Then the wind changes.
We are blown up.
Out.
Into the sky.
To freedom.

Alyssa Raether
November 14, 2007

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