It's easy for you

Running through your meadows, I trip and fall
Your laughter in echoes, mockery a cappella
My heart’s rhythmic response, a transient tempo
I rest on your bosom, in your dark embrace
My back to the rest of you, my silent protest
I grasp the end of your ostentatious rainbow
Fidgeting with fate, I rise again and walk
in search of your intimidating heights, formidable depths
Grim winds nudge me closer and shield my eyes
from seeing the form you gave my last image
My toes run out of ground, I laugh
It’s just another stroke of your brush, my destiny.