I unaware
unguided in my descent
My mass feels too great
for fall-ing
The limbs that bore me seemed light in comparison
My landing was not felt by the world, those around me made space
oh so gently, how they maneuvered for my resting place
of brown, orange , red
I lay now under the feet of small children
Unaware of predetermination
I unaware
I was dying when I got here
I unaware’
My journey through air
I unaware
My nature
No fruit to bear
I am unmade