There are times,
that we are left to the winds.
Times,
we must jump
and have faith;
that we will fly rather then fall.
Resisting this,
without meaning.
Both
futile and to our peril.
But to take the risk!
To stretch our wings
and to the heavens climb!
But least we forget,
that heaven bound,
there are times,
that one must fall.
In falling,
should one not break,
perhaps take root
upon the earth and grow.
Zebra Pig 