Back and forth like a rocking horse

Higher and higher till the clouds are gone

Whistling winds screech pass me

My grip only tightens now

Although I see no sun today

The city is what only grounds me

To the reality of my little city

Children run seeking shelter

A kindly store owner lets them enter

Dust scatters the blazing crowds

Voice call from above and under

From trinkets to dresses and fruits of labour

I continue to swing closer and closer

The edge is nearer almost gone from my feet

In out I breath the dawns light

I’m flying now

Like birds in flocks

As if I was a wild dog in a hunt

My blood rushes

Now a coloured rose

My city it bustling

It never sleeps

My wonderful city

I’m now above you by 200 feet