The Sky Surfer

With a rainbow wrapped over my eyes,
And winged,
I soar high in the sky,
A million tree tops above mother earth.

I whirl and swirl,
And hear the wind rush at my ears,
And could break at my finger tips,
In my free fall.

I glide and float,
Like a little fig,
And sense the air bubble in my heart,
That sways to my songs.

The sky surfer,
That I incarnate into, inebriated,
True it is all,
For the feast I have of a beautiful life.