I seemed to get higher.
And higher.
And higher.
And as I grew higher.
And Higher.
And higher.
I tried to come back down.
Down.
Down.
But I couldn’t.
I was high above the clouds and loved it.
And then I remembered the law.
What goes up.
Up.
Up.
Must come down.
Down.
Down.
And so I started to fall down.
And I kept looking up.
And I searched for the middle.
I found it.
The middle.
And from there I slowed down.
I slowed down.
Down
Down.
And now I’m here
Safely on the ground.
But a little shaky.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem