Flying

Floating in the sky,

With my head held high,

I could see the world from there,

Like a tiny little speck.

My wings soared gallantly,

As I came down to touch the stream,

It glistened with the sun’s beam,

And I could see little fishes swimming beautifully.

I flew up again,

Feeling the cool wind blowing on my face.

I touched the soft clouds,

And even went through a rainbow,

Leaving behind me a colourful trail,

Such beauty I had never seen before,

And I flew to places where I had never been,

And saw the world that no one had ever seen.

As day turned to dusk,

The sky blushed,

With the setting sun,

And the world looked even more beautiful than before.

 

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