The world below is screened by cloud.
Ahead, the sun is glowing.
He steps into the emptiness, resisting deadly fright,
And like a stone to the earth is falling.
As slowly as he can, he counts to ten, pulls the ripcord ring...
A jolt! The canopy's unfolded! He is soaring...
And smiling broadly as he touches land.
He jumped a boy and landed as a man!
Above, a sickle moon is dimly gleaming.
He steps to the ledge, nerves suppressed by drilling.
He jumps, then counts, engages chute.
A jerk, then slowing.
His time airborne quickly fleeting.
He glides down softly, never knowing
The deadly danger waiting out of sight and hearing
In years to come a source of nightmares, sweats and screaming.