Falling feels like flying until the moment that you land

Then ground rears its ugly head

With unachieveable demands

It gives not a mile, foot, or inch

Echoed laughter of all knowing finch

Amusement not in malice

But peaceful overflow

A self sustaining force

Created many moons ago

Flying would not be flying

without threat of earth below

Gravity is a divine donation

As legs do wings best...