Falling From A Plane Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Visions of chords playing this mind, filling it with wonder and
awe, remarkable bursts of light casting embers of thought into
intellect.

Soaring into the atmosphere, jumping from a plane, light as a
feather it seems, although you're steadily falling towards the
ground.

Capturing dreams of yesterday when diving from the plane, loving
the feeling of falling and nothing there to catch you, such a
great rush of freedom comes over one.

Knowing interiorly that you may be cheating death or maybe not,
mind totally focused on landscapes below that are rushing faster
and steadily closer.

Feeling the rush of excitement thrilling this entire being, the
adrenaline freely flowing, taking this spirit into the throes
of near-death.

Then defeating it while free-falling into the atmosphere, ground
gaining, coming closer and closer, a totally remarkable feeling
of solitude as the wind rushes past on the way down.