Long Fall from Cloud 9

There is a feeling unlike any other,
riding high among the clouds,
looking down at everything below
with no sense of what is
really going on down there.
Your own little world, up there on cloud nine.
Carefree, almost innocent.
It's the bright, soft cloud with its own
silver lining.

But it's not meant to be permanent.
We're not meant to walk on clouds.
It's a long fall from cloud nine,
tumbling long in the expanse of air,
not knowing how long you'll fall
or how soon or hard you'll hit the ground.

Looking back up,
you realize that it's not worth the climb.
Only angels with wings can soar to the heavens.
The reality is to keep our feet on the ground
where we belong.