Under the Tent (en Inglés) - Alice McCurdy

A memoir "The sky is falling! The sky is falling! The sky is falling!" "Run!" Was my initial reaction. But I stopped and asked myself, if the sky was really falling where could I run too or where could I hide? What would make the spot I was sitting less safer than the one I would run to. So I decided I would just sit under the tent of the sky and accept my fate. But sooner had the lights from the stars falling to earth appeared they disappeared. I sat fixed under the tent of the darkness of the sky.