Choices, Fears*

Choices, Fears
Choices, fears,
like rolling hills,
melt away at the
scents and feels
of nature around
me. Gurgle. The splashing
brook washes worries
away. And here is me, too
shy to say this, wondering,
pondering, why is there life?
This park path was
made for me, I know,
I feel, I wonder.
*Gretchen W., BPS 64, grade 3

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