Crimson clouds spread across the sky,
towards dropzone colourful canopies fly
and when it is the last jump of the day,
the wind begins to blow off its way.
Sometimes it is light and variable
and not a steady breeze so stable.
Like the future that we all seek,
which is so unique and untenable.
With the wind filled in its cells
and a fluttering sound that swells
the canopy glides wavering
towards its destination quivering.
It gives me a reflection on life
guided by the choices as it glides,
on the winds of circumstances,
braving the random chances.
I trust my instincts close to the earth
and after inhaling a deep breath,
stop all efforts and let the body react,
there\'s no point in usng strength.
Then comes the touchdown
most likely the way we expect,
The way we weave our future
by the vision that we reflect.