Falling

Do you ever have that dream, The one in which you're falling. For some that is no dream, But a hobby so enthralling... Sky-diving is a sport I love, The more dangerous the better. I carry no death-wish when I dive, Merely a next of kin letter. So quick to reach terminal velocity. Breathless I plummet to the ground. Chancing if my chute will open, Protecting me so safe and sound. It opens and I drift earth-bound, Prospecting the world far below me. I'm like a tiny falling autumn leaf, So totally at peace and feeling free. So if you get the opportunity, Maybe consider taking a jump or two. For this life is truly worth living, With it's beautiful vista for all to view.