What does it feel like to fly,
Lifting off to reach the sky?
Soaring to a new height.
A bird’s exclusive right.
All alone and way up high,
Nary a cloud in the sky.
Take me along with you please.
What can I do to appease?
I want to fly over the land
To the tune of a marching band.
Over the water, I go.
It would make a great show.
SUSANNE LEIST 