Wish I could fly

I wonder what it feels like to fly,

to sore through the wind and glide,

to look down below at the cities and mountains and big blue seas.

Feel the wind blowing in my face,

as I wrestle against the force of the sky.

I see clouds,

I see trees,

I see houses and children laughing and playing.

Imagining what it would be like to fly!

…

Fly high in the sky,

soaring above cities and mountains.

How much I wish I could be free,

flying in the sky.

How I wish I could fly like a bird.