FREE FALL FLIGHT
Soaring high, the wind’s soft cry,
Saltwater scent as I touch the sky.
Leap of faith, no rope by side,
The rush of air, in its gusts, I confide.
Whirling, twirling, the world spins around,
Above, a blue dome, below, a sea’s sound.
Where the horizon blends, the sky into the deep,
The dance of freedom, a promise to keep.
Wind on my face, waves sing their song,
Between realms of air, to the sea, I belong.
Shimmering surface, a dance floor so vast,
With every move, shadows of the past.
The rhythm of nature, both water and sky,
I whispered thanks with each soaring high.
In the embrace of the divine, I dive, and I rise,
Every element’s dance, life’s grandest prize.
Father above, guiding each glide and swoop,
In this ballet of nature, I’m part of the troupe.
With every gust, every saltwater hue,
In this waltz of the world, I find the truth in You.
