It's so still that the wind doesn't breathe.
You walk swiftly to ignore the leaves.
You're there with your hair swirling in the sudden breeze
On top of a mountain looking down on the trees.

Your shadow crashes into the gray sky.
There is apprehension in your eye,
But you push past the fear to die.
In that moment you want to jump off the side,
Fling yourself over the edge and hope to god you fly.

Your hope moves like honey
Slow and thick, oozing yet still runny.
It's okay, you think, death is kind of funny.

You balance on your toes,
Looking past the lines and rows.
You lightly press your heels into the soil
Ready to spring forward, beginning your coil

Then, you release.
Plummeting downward yet, finally feeling at peace.