I sat on a hill,
Peering out upon the autumn fields of crimson and orange.
The sun lingered in the evening sky,
And at that moment my world was gone.
A strong wind brew briskly,
Causing the crinkled leaves to take flight.
And at that moment I rose to my feet.
I sprouted silk soft wings,
Whiter than the now orange clouds were.
I let the wind take me,
Lifting me from my earthly bond.
My stomach sank slightly as my world slipped away under my feet.
It wasn't fear, but an unfamiliar exuberance and exhilaration for my liberation.
And the wind took me to sail through the boundless sky then on.