The morning dawns,
Gray and humid.
Fluttering leaves
Belie a gentle breeze.
A new day
Stretches before me,
All unknown.
I sit motionless.
The breeze increases.
But I am waiting
For life to happen.
Looking into the void.
Shall I remain still
And melt into the gray?
Or shall I jump up
And fly on the breeze?
I teeter on the edge.
Indecisive. Hesitant.
The wind can’t decide
Which way it wants to blow.
Gravity favors the gray.
It could carry me
Spiraling downward
Into increasing darkness.
But I can choose,
To climb aboard the breeze,
Lofting upward
Toward the sun.
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