I waver unsteadily and try to keep my balance
My head spins from the height.
I grip the bark with all my strength,
Do I dare look down?
I did, but I shouldn't have.
Now my heart is beating so fast,
it sounds like humming.
I can see blue skies,
dotted with tiny white puffs of clouds.
I see the green of the leaves,
the first leaves of spring.
The bark I grip so tightly,
is wet from the rain last night.
I see a drop fall from above me.
It trickles down my leg,
I shiver at it's touch.
I grip harder, not wanting to slip off.
The ground is so far below me.
I'm not sure how far, exactly.
But it's too far for me to fall.
I see daffodils, swaying in the morning breeze.
They are beautiful, but wouldn't break my fall.
Behind me I see my mother,
Safety at last!
Gently she approaches, her eyes comforting.
Telling me not to worry.
I relax slightly,
she pushes me over the edge.
Down, down, down,
I fall.
'Flap your wings! Fly!"
She calls.
But I am too young;
I do not know how to fly