by Profe Steve
Heart aflutter as morning sweeps The paling purple sky.
Icy torment frigid seeps, Does he timid dare to fly?
Will he fall down among the stones That threaten far below,
To crush his tender brittle bones And make his lifeblood flow?
He steels his heart. Adventure calls Out there among the trees,
And he can soar above the walls And seek what his heart sees.