Fly
The skies are an endless oceans of blue during the daytime,
Sometimes I look up and wish, that they were all mine.
Hummingbirds hover over flowers, swaying from side to side,
Seagulls release a carefree cry, passing over the great ocean as they glide.
The proud eagle soars over the mountains, creating a breathtaking vision,
Little robins dart to and fro, through the smallest openings with amazing precision.
Obsidian ravens spread their glossy wings, silently surveying their surroundings,
The tiny, colorful finches peep excitedly, their cacophony amusing.
The skies are a lovely dark blue when comes the night,
Dusted with the shining stars, lending the skies a majestic light.
The wise owl sweeps the forest floor with her gossamer wings,
A cluster of bats take to the air, never once faltering.
Sometimes I look up at the nighttime skies, spotting an angel in the black sky,
During these times I hopelessly wish with all my heart, that I, too, could fly.
The skies are an endless oceans of blue during the daytime,
Sometimes I look up and wish, that they were all mine.
Hummingbirds hover over flowers, swaying from side to side,
Seagulls release a carefree cry, passing over the great ocean as they glide.
The proud eagle soars over the mountains, creating a breathtaking vision,
Little robins dart to and fro, through the smallest openings with amazing precision.
Obsidian ravens spread their glossy wings, silently surveying their surroundings,
The tiny, colorful finches peep excitedly, their cacophony amusing.
The skies are a lovely dark blue when comes the night,
Dusted with the shining stars, lending the skies a majestic light.
The wise owl sweeps the forest floor with her gossamer wings,
A cluster of bats take to the air, never once faltering.
Sometimes I look up at the nighttime skies, spotting an angel in the black sky,
During these times I hopelessly wish with all my heart, that I, too, could fly.
