Standing on the precipice in contemplation

The four children to the Wind beckon.

In their soft whisper voices

Beseeching, to step over the abyss

Stepping forward to peer over the edge

Heart thumping with trepidation

Don’t look down, look up to the Sky

Its sovereign beauty luminous

With anticipation, imagination


With wings, rising


Step over the edge.

Take off.

Take flight!

Wing, Flutter

Soaring, Fleeing

Take to the skies.


On the Wind for an instance


Drifting In Freedom


Falling, tumbling

Descending, dropping

Gravity, like a rock

Free falling.

Cuddled in the Wind

Whispered laughter

Her children mocking

Reaching for the Sky


Claim he will not


Earth opens her arms sweetly.

She asks why?

The reply

One day I’ll Fly

Copyright © 2013 Glynis Rankin


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