Fly HIgh


What does it feel like to fly,

Rising to meet the blue sky?


Soaring to a new height.

A bird’s exclusive right.

Alone and soaring high,

Nary a cloud in the sky.


Take me along with you, please.

What can I do to appease?


The wind will ruffle my feathers.

I will fly without any tethers. 


I will fly over the land

To the tune of a marching band.



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