• Skydiving

    by  • August 5, 2012 • * Safe for Work *, Happy, Waxing Poetic • 0 Comments

    Free falling through the ever bright sky,
    Gliding fast as the time passes by,
    Soaring flying, like an air filled dance,
    An over view, the world at a glance.

    The ocean; so close within my grip
    The trees so small, at my finger tip
    Floating through clouds, close enough to clasp.
    Swimming through air, a concept to grasp.

    Drifting gently to the soft cut land
    Soon no longer to fit in my hand.
    Trusting the chute i pulled on the string,
    Back down to Earth I hit with a sting

    Looking across the tan, grassy plain
    A moment ago, falling like rain.
    Looking up, into the sky i stare,
    Wanting to jump, jump into the air!

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