I sneak past the forest ranger
and run into the skyscraper trees.
So tall, the clouds become jealous of their height.
My heart is beating so hard,
but I’m just getting started.
Now, I climb.
Up up up
Past the birds
Past the clouds
and into the thinnest air.
I pause
and watch the periwinkle twinkle of the stars.
A sign from the universe
that it’s time.
And I’m ready to spread my wings
and jump.
Oh my goodness, what a beautiful line: So tall, the clouds become jealous of their height.
Lovely.
Thank you!