Ah, my friend, a tale of heights and sound,

Where the first falls gently, then crashes to the ground.

The second’s cry echoes, but falls with grace,

A dance of timing, in a hurried chase.

One meets the earth with a sudden thud,

The other meets it after a longer flood.

The difference is simple, as laughter would show,

It’s not the fall, but the time it takes to go!

In life, we often stumble and fall,

But how long we linger is the heart’s call.

The first may be quick, the second more slow,

But both are part of the journey we know.