Some choose faith,
some choose fear.
Some remember
to trust their wings
and some fear the branches.
Some fix their gaze
on the endless blue,
while others count
the ways they might fall.
One feels the wind
and calls it a promise;
the other hears the storm
and builds a small shelter.
Faith climbs higher,
fear grips tighter—
each a choice
that writes the sky.
One sees an opening,
one sees an ending.
One leaps,
one holds on.
And the tree remains,
holding both
the flight
and the fall.