The breeze is blowing

The sky is calling

To grab my wings

                                 and fly

The birds are calling

The clouds are floating

Calling me

                         to the sky

If only I could ride up high

And live with beauty in the sky

To have the freedom

                                         of the air

To see birds sweet and shy

And to see as I fly

Beauty

                    bright and fair

Upon a cloud to sing

To hear my echo ring

Through the

                              endless blue

To dance on the lining

Of every cloud shining

Is too good

                        to be true

To hear the north wind whisper

Secrets in my ear

While floating

                               in her current

To feel her breath in my hair

Words of love pour out to her

In a streaming

                               torrent

To feel the breezes blow

To see the cold air flow

Past my

                  ruddy face

To touch the falling snow

To see the clouds hang low

Snowing

                   in their place

To grow some wings and fly

To frolic in the sky

To watch the

                           fireflies gleam...

But wait I thought that I did fly

Then I remember and I sigh

T'was only

                       just a dream