How IT FEELS
I stand high above, on the shear face of a cliff,
Alone, I overlook the land and the ocean as my excitement rises.
With no sudden urge, thought or hesitation, I lean forward and hold my arms at length,
Falling slightly, until my strong wings embrace the wind, I SOAR.
The sun warms my back and caresses my lengthening soul,
I sweep carelessly too and fro about the quilted landscape below.
My senses sharpen, head and mind reel, driven only by the heart,
The pine trees grow closer as I descent until the lightly prick my stomach.
Noticing that I must soon land, I close my eyes and acknowledge that I am grateful,
Without a second gone by, my feet plant firmly on the ground.
I stand in awe, refreshed by what I felt and crave to fly again,
Knowing full well, when I awake tomorrow, I will run if I can.