I flew
high
and
low
low
and
high
Like the bird
I soared.
Wind flowing like rain
In my hair.
Knitting it into
designs.
I held onto
the strings
that kept me
connected to the
Earth.
For with out them
I would be flying,
crashing,
and burning.
I was the
horizon
the middle
of space and land.
I was beautiful
I was
a swing.
