I fall down, down, down
the ground getting nearer every second
A little boy reaches out for me
I dance like a ballerina on his fingertips
Then land with a splat on his red, rubber boots
I twirl and dance with him as he laughs a big belly laugh
His boots take me to a trickling stream
Where we jump and splash until the boots get all muddy
Then they slip and slide all the way to the top of a tree
Where we wait for the sun to rise
At last, golden rays peak through the dark clouds
I let them carry me
up, up, up
Away from the little boy
And his red, rubber boots
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