Parachuting into a maze
No use in escape
If others need to be saved
Might as well
Patient wings
Fix everything
From above
We hear them fly
All we see
Is shrubbery
At least something
Is alive
Sinking slowly into the ground
Mumbling muted sounds
Frolickers on the surface
Scream and shout
Giant hands
Lowering down
A simple smile
And a gentle gaze
Never fazed
Or running away
The earth starts to let go
Vision wider now
Focus on the sound
