FLY

It’s morning hour,

Water, slowing glistening,

Mountains, wide and far,

Birds, loudly chirping.

Singing songs of adventure,

Singing songs of joy,

Singing songs of laughter,

I wish, I could fly.

Take me up above the hill,

Into a cloudy journey.

To come back downhill,

I’m in no hurry.

Let me bathe in sunlight,

And reach for the sky.

I’m in it for the long ride,

Singing as I fly-by .

One with the air, I will be,

And reach the atmosphere.

I’ll be high above the storms at sea,

Where there’s nothing to fear.

Singing songs of adventure,

Singing songs of joy,

Singing songs of laughter,

One day, I will fly.


Check out my other poems : Dance , Shine

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