Falling feels like flying,
until the moment that you land.
Weightless, breathless, soaring high,
above the world, a bird, unplanned.
A sense of freedom, weightless light,
but then the ground is in your sight.
You land, a thud, a sudden stop,
The falling feeling now does drop.
The joy and thrill have come to pass,
Yet, still, you're left with just a gasp.
And so it goes, the ebb and flow,
From soar...
