SOAR

Some days I soar high up in the sky brave and safe from all. I plummet to earth like a rock and snatch any others in my sky for it is my sky. I cut through the clouds looking at all and then the thunder arrives. I'm falling my wings won't work and I lie there on terra firma dying. I feel no pain I feel nothing but dull. I can see the sky but I can't remember it. For now I am dead.