Standing on the precipice in contemplation
The four children to
the Wind beckon.
In their soft
whispers voices
Beseeching, to step
over the abyss
Stepping forward to peer over the
edge
Heart thumping with trepidation
Don’t look down, look
up to the Sky
Its sovereign beauty luminous
With anticipation, imagination
Fly
With wings, rising
Soar
Step over the edge.
Take off.
Take flight!
Wing, Flutter
Soaring, Fleeing
Take to the skies.
Floating
On the Wind for an instance
Suspended
Drifting In Freedom
Plummet!
Falling, tumbling
Descending, dropping
Gravity, like a rock
Free falling.
Cuddled in the Wind
Whispered laughter
Her children mocking
Reaching for the Sky
Pleading
Claim he will not
Receiving
Earth opens her arms sweetly.
She asks why?
The reply
One day I’ll Fly
