Birds fly, delicately winged,
in perfect harmony with
the forces of nature.
I rise with them ;
sunwarmed, freedom
within my reach as I
glide on a thermal wind
that affords my mind such
effortless flights of fancy.

And I wish that I was a bird ;
knowing all I needed to know
was that I was born to fly ;
And having no need of further
explanation, I would spread
my wings and chart a course
for the long horizon - and the
far distant shores that colour
my every dream.