A Sports Person

Slowly weaving through the air
Your hair gliding like a breeze,
Right until you sneeze!
Achoo,
Oh no,
Your falling slow.
To a place that you'll never know.
Right into that book you soar,

We're all in this together.
If someone makes one mistake...
We will all pay the price.
 

This is a good time to look back and say,
Oh, I never actually thought we could run out of that?
Or I never really appreciated that until now.
It's those little acts that bring out the good in us.

We all belong somewhere.
We could belong in a certain place.
Like the ocean, Forrest, or mountains.
It could be a home, or a shelter.
It could be something totally different.
Like your family, or a friend, or a group of friends.

In this community, everyone is different.
Know one has the same color house.
Know one has the same type of dog.
Know one has the same name,
Know one has the same accent.
Everyone is unique and different.

We never really apreciated it before.
The difference is, we didn't think we'd run out.
But, now it is weird to live without.