Off the Edge

There’s the earth and there’s its edge
And faithful few dare hop that ledge.
Most trap it in a picture and nail it to the wall
But nearly none care to leap into a fall.
Everyone is told that doing so is wrong
Before then turning to glory them in song
That I dearly hope the leapers never hear
For then they could be ruined by praise in place of fear
And return for kind, comfy reward
When we need them forever falling forward.
If you ever find your toes up on a ledge
Maybe you’ll consider taking this as pledge:
“I go into the unknown and I go unsure
Except that I plant a seed for the future,
So that the next who leaps off of my tree
Gets just a little further out than me.”