RISE AND FALL

Like a bird in the sky,

Soaring high and high,

Looking down,

Growing more and more anxious,

Wondering how bad it would be if I tumble.

 

Unable to enjoy from there,

Anticipating the drop anytime now,

Because everything that rises must fall.

 

Like the sun rising to set,

Like an apple growing on the highest branch of a tree,

Must fall answering the pull of gravity.

 

Once we have reached,

The highest altitude of a mountain,

There's no other way,

Than to pitch down.

 

Like a child afraid of falling,

From a ride waiting to dive from top,

I am afraid of what is waiting for me,

After this episode of soulful bliss.