Designed to Fly

Ethereal

I am

dawn lights

the horizon

music plays

my favorite song

I spread my

life's work

to the breeze

to fly

dawn touches

my works

thin wood

thick cloth

light as breath

yet solid

blades of grass

crack and bend

under my 

running feet

I spread them

my works

to the breeze

in the morning

and for 

the first time

I see

the sun rise

from above

the clouds

and free

I become

Forever flying.