• At the edge
    Of the cliff
    Stones fall
    And clatter

    Fall
    Down
    Down
    Down

    Until they splash
    Blue envelopes
    The small pieces
    Of gray

    Lush and green
    The grass billows
    Wraps and twists
    Up your leg

    Hold you down
    Tight
    And to
    The ground

    It won’t let go
    And neither will I
    You pull
    Farther away

    The wind
    Flashes past
    The clouds
    Speed up

    Branches
    Creak and moan
    Screaming
    For the drops

    Fall
    Down
    Down
    Down

    To the ground
    From the darkened
    Sky
    Filled with more gray

    You look down
    The swish of white
    The churn of blue
    A twist of green

    Not today
    You think
    It’s just
    Not right

    The dirt tumbles
    Grass whispers
    You slip
    And scramble

    Fall
    Down
    Down
    Down

    Into my
    Parachute
    And I hold you
    Tight