Flight

A golden particle

Fell down to earth

Enveloped in freshness

Surrounded by sounds of

A schoolbus honking

Crows in midflight

Brooms sweeping yesterday's pieces

Men reading fresh newspapers

It continued to fall

Below and away it went

Unmindful of it's path

Making it's own road

Deciding it's own destiny

A golden particle fell from the sky

And bathed itself in the warm rays of the sun.