I walk along Mill Creek
listening to its gurgling song

Dry leaves left from late autumn
migrate across the fields

A French horn bark of an old yellow dog
carries through the crisp air

Above, a squirrel’s nests sways
visible while limbs are still bare

I am but a molecule swirling
the spiral of sunlight

Connected to the old man on the bench
and the squirrels, the creek, and the old yellow dog

Because we are all made of stardust
and the sun is our star



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