Soft Falling

As you leap from the cliff
That is three feet high
I catch you with laughter
And love in my eye.
I catch you and keep you
And won’t let you stray,
Or else you’ll be leaping
Again, I dare say.
Then you step on a step
And fall to my chest—
Oh, what a fall!
You’re really the best!
O Friend, my dear friend,
Now falling for me,
We see what true fun
Soft falling can be!

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