The dive

Sky diving for the first time, it is so liberating. You have to try it at least once.

Ascending higher then the cloud

Heart pounds,  can't think out loud

Wind whistles, and silence steals you

In that moment silence is true

You let go, the sky blows upon your graceful form

Your eyes can't believe the sight, a beautiful storm

Heart soars, and freedom feels so real, so alive

Wishing to be suspended here for eternity, you strive

No worries consume you, and peace swallows your soul

Even if just for those few minutes, you feel whole

Then the journey ends as the ground is in view

Best Experience ever, and that's when I knew

Sky diving is my Zen, a place to be one with myself

The End

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