The Cliff

I stood on the edge of the cliff.

Embracing.

I stood looking at the wonders

on offer.

The Birds singing, from one tree

to another.

I could Never see the Birds

only want their songs.

The trees rocked in the winds

they stood tall, strong,

resting the Birds.

The wind moaned, pushing

itself against everything,

against me

against the wonders.

I stood on the edge of the cliff

embracing the Birds, the trees, the wind.

I wanted to sing with the Birds

stand with the trees.

It`s the wind i feel

Pushing harder now.