Quidditch-Inspired Poem
A feeling of flight
Of freedom and release
From the earthly problems
That plague all human souls
The winds that wrap like scarves
Teasing and pulling away
Air that rushes by
As speed becomes an ally
Watch the ground fall
Letting this flight begin
Smell the air
The clarity and purity of it
Where it is free of a
Civilized touch and
Where it too
Is liberated
A/N: Yes, that is the title, for lack of anything better. Also, insert disclaimer here.