Some days I long to spring up to the sky,
I’d flap my arms and soar so far away,
Yet nobody would ever question why,
A flying person – what is there to say?
I’d dance about both butterfly and cloud,
The perfect cyan blue sky right behind,
Such joy at this that I would shout out loud,
And none on Earth would pay me any mind.
The wind would carry me on shining wings,
Just laughing, smiling everywhere I go,
I’d swirl around the robin as he sings,
And smile as the notes go high to low.
But much as I would like to float around,
I know I’m just as happy on the ground.
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