One Last Joy

Oh the speed, the wind through my fingers and through my hair, The air rushes past me and nothing can quite compare The freedom and joy of being out upon the wind Is this how birds feel when they take to the wing But this joy is so fleeting, not long it is to last It will soon end abruptly as I hit upon the grass For there’s a price to this freedom this time upon the air The price is the end of all things but that price I think is fair No love no life no laughter can take me back up now So I open my arms to embrace, the rapidly rising ground