Fear Of Heights

I'm easing out

Of a single file line,

Possessed by early morning dew.

And rays of light that shine

Through the tops of trees

The teachers herd us towards the bus

With hands like dried up leaves

Not like the green

So high above and below

Now I am an airplane

oo-ee-oo-ee-oo.

A moments hesitation

In the dream.

This airplane's tainted by long living,

But in this morning I am a child.

With wings spread wide and weaving

Through the others,

More than simply fearless, I

Can catch the wind

And turn cartwheels through the trees.

In a halo of light

Reflecting off

The yellow bus

I catch the glares

From the grass.

The children stare

Their knees are scabbed.

Their chance to fly

Is passing by

And on their knees

Spread wrinkled lines.

We all must die

Like petals wilt

And who am I

To stand on stilts?

But still obliged

To ask a question sound

As any for the asking

While still floating above the ground.

Do your children care to join me?

No, we're all afraid

Afraid of fright.

I don't want to be alone

Suspended on parade

With a fear of heights.