• Fly


    As a dream comes to be,
    Mine is just beginning
    I hear the sweet flowers
    Singing in the wind.
    The honeybees are taking the pollen,
    And store it to make honey.
    The bald eagle is flying over
    The thing I called land.
    I wonder how my life would be,
    If I could just fly.
    Just flying everywhere you go
    Instead of driving or taking a plane.
    If I had the right equipment,
    I could go to other planets.
    One day I will fly,
    With my fellow clear blue sky.