The dream of wings.
I was a bird, sitting on
the bough.
Enjoying the landscape of
lawns,
Me with my fellow swans,
Thought of taking a lap,
Around the earth,
Covering all the heath,
We together with folds,
Raised our large wings ,
With harmony and songs,
A range of high hills,
Diverted my ways and wills.
Flying high to core of
sky,
I could feel it's layers which was white and frisky ;
searching the soul of eternal ,
Living the thirst for tonal .
I flew across the deep blue sea :
I was moving, without any
idea,
Everything was once just
so tiny.
I had lots of envy;
To all who flew for
advent,
As They always gave a bent;
For my smooth path,
Oh! Such a beautiful
lath;
I exclaimed once, i
crossed the amazon,
A huge green in common;
Mighty nature in umber,
Flighty feel of amber.
Resounds the true nature;
Just as a handful of
lustre.
Killing the risk;
Dealing
with dark dusk.
Bidding the sun,
Gave another blither moment,
Alas! Was that moment?
When clock turned eight,
Oh! I realize the dream
of flight