Amy looked up at the cloudless blue sky,
And wondered how people could possibly fly,
Not with a rocket, balloons or some rotors,
Propellers or feathers or jet-powered motors,
No, just by the power of deep concentration,
Perhaps she could float if she tried meditation?

Her dad had advised her on many occasions,
That using your brain worked in most situations,
So mastering flying should be pretty easy,
As long as conditions weren’t gusty or breezy.
So Amy made plans for her first solo flight,
And lay down to practise in bed every night.

She’d close her eyes tight to imagine light things,
Like dust, or some bubbles, or butterfly wings,
Ignoring the fact of the ground underneath her,
She tried levitation by one millimetre.
But stuck she remained, firmly fixed on the ground,
This mind over matter was hard, Amy frowned.

She opened her eyes both dismayed and frustrated,
For willpower clearly was quite overrated!
Perhaps what she needed was not thought alone,
But ramps or a launch pad or some sort of drone
To give her some height that would help her to glide,
“Eureka!” she shouted, “I’ve got it!”, she cried.

The easiest way to become elevated,
Was climbing the stairs which her parents had gated
To stop little children from climbing too high,
But Amy ascended, determined to fly.
She took out some pliers and prised up the latch,
Tonight she would try out the plan she had hatched.

Her brother reported he’d witnessed her standing
With arms held out wide at the top of the landing,
She stood there awhile with her eyes looking up,
Reciting a mantra she’d just conjured up.
Then Amy leapt off with a triumphant jump
And fell to the floor with a terrible thump.

Briefly she saw herself battered and still,
She felt herself floating like gossamer till
A shout brought her back to the hospital bed,
Where Amy had briefly been certified dead.
So shocked was the girl by her soul’s brief release,
She swore there and then that all jumping would cease.

Now Amy’s content with economy flight,
And since her adventure has been more contrite.
She’s given up trying to soar like a bird,
A notion that Amy now finds quite absurd.
For unaided flight people simply can’t do,
Newtonian laws she had proved to be true.

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