Falling free through the atmospheric air like many shooting stars
Falling so free through the air, up to a cloudy sphere of clouded scars
Whimsical while crashing onto the ocean, oh what a lucid scene to be seen
Like the ill-forgotten mermaids, swimming exotic like the color aquamarine
Now you're trying to hold onto something to save your very sheltered life
Your body has been free falling, and your very instinct is to survive grief and strife
Free falling is keeping you so warm, it's emanating and floating on endlessly through galaxies
In a moment you are thinking is this true reality or is it a lucid scene of surreal fantasies
One thought has entered your mind, now I am free falling as I make my first parachute jump!
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When I wrote this poem, I had just finished watching my video of my first Parachute jump. I actually felt like a shooting star; gliding my way back to my dear mother earth. All these thoughts came forth to my mind as if I could float on down into an ocean where beautiful mermaids could swim in an aquamarine color of depth. So much pleasure I will always remember.