The earth threw rocky arms into the sea,
in landscape wild and unfulfilled,
the wind a breath to thread through shadow;
she stood barefoot, no sense of any fear.
Embraced by tufts of sullen grass the bread,
lay listless next to her discarded shoes,
her mind devoid of any hope or plans;
her head drawn back to taste the salt of air.
If life is just through gravity maintained,
then it sends justice in eternal ways,
so when we leap, like fools from bitter cliff,
we fly like angels into better days.