The Flight

High above the earth,

Set free from earthly constraints;

Wings beating against the air,

Streaming through wisps of clouds;

Soaring;

Only the sound of crisp, cool air rushing by,

Treetops far below;

Dipping down, wings folded,

Plummeting towards the earth;

Wings flap to rise once more,

Higher......higher,

Leaving terra far behind;

Cutting left,

Spinning right;

No plan to follow,

Just wings and sky and bright sunshine;

Free,

Free.

Free!