Anticipation

On your wings, I shall soar to the distant land of the setting sun

And there I will walk with a bounce on my feet, a little swing to my hips

While the slanting rays makes a crimson sky from my facial blush

I know soon I might drop to the ground with a muffled thud

But still I will dance, I will bounce and swing

For it is worth the thud.. and the fall- almost always