The plane door flies open,
I teeter over the edge.
The birds circle below me,
My heart longs to be with them.
The closest I will ever be
To soaring across the skies
With them is this.
To my side,
I watch as wispy clouds
Float.
How simple it must be to just
Float.
Below me, many fields
Cover the ground.
I throw myself
Down towards the greenery.
I tumble through the emptiness.
Hoping I never reach the end,
But, alas, my feet hit the floor
And the reality comes at me
Like a gust of wind.