Have you seen her walk the ramp that day
While she made her last attempt to glory

Her stance was perfect, her poise unflawed
Yet she dragged her spirits off the bark

The clarity of thoughts was barely clear
The chaos grew but the choice made was real

Every inch closer to the edge
Made her realise the worth of the dare.

Nothing stopped, no, nothing even came near.

Off she went, free in the air, flew a bit, took in some fresh air,

Now that’s rare…

Soared high above the clouds watching others seek, her down in the valley deep.