I'm not afraid to fall; it means I've climbed up high.

This is a poem I wrote a few days ago that I decided not just to leave in my notebook, because I think it's one of my better ones. It's about me and my family watching a meteor shower in our back yard one really freezing night.

Falling Stones

Shining stars falling like stones
White house, a warm place
Gasping like fish, my open-mouthed parents
The creaking, groaning old swingset
Burning red, red meteors like dying stars
Savage sky of black velvet that cast them out,
Falling like stones in the cool night air
That mingles with the scent of the hot chocolate
Enchanted.