A Joyous Thing

How I wish to slice through sky! Spread my wings, just fly and fly, soar on thermals, soar on by, see the Earth from way up high. Oh how I wish I was a bird, no clothes to wear, no top, no skirt, and though it sounds a tad absurd, I wish I couldn’t speak a word! On summer’s breeze I’d be a king - dive and glide, twirl on the wing, whilst all the time I’d sing and sing my song of life, a joyous thing!