Fly like a free- bird

“Run, run, run..." On the steep mountain cliff Slippery slope; lush green plants & trees in ethereal serenity Enveloped surrounding; Blue sky touching The horizon below In the valley. Sitting on the cushy bucket seat Laced with safety belts.. I am ordered again “Run, run, run..." Pulling the wide parachute All strings converge in his hands, Well trained pilot Harnessed it in this heavy dense air. I am paragliding.. Sailing in air with upward buoyancy; Swinging amusingly Heavy winter chilled air Surrounds me all around.. I am one those big birds In this sky flying in full freedom. Talking to them and ask them To compete me today! Those big birds don't care.. Flying and playing at their will High in the open sky. No hurry, no urgency and Not worried On my presence in the sky; They all know I will touch the ground soon. I now descend very fast; Losing the elevation Strings are in control; O my god “I want to be a free-bird today.. Out of slavery of civilization" No mood to touch the sinful land Anymore Want to remain afloat in the sky; Just like one big bird!