FLYING HIGH

 

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.

GOODBYE MOON

 

 

Our take off had been smooth.

In the dark we fly free.

We’re off to see the world.

Above mountains and sea.

Goodbye to one and all.

We don’t know where we’ll land.

Black water around us.

We might touch down on sand.

FLY HIGH

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 water I go.
It would make a great show.