Fly, fly,
Soar so high,
Above the clouds,
And through the mist.
Cool air on wings,
On cheeks, in hair.
Dazzling crystals,
Sparkle on morning’s rays.
Speeding hearts combine,
A joyous ride.
Wings cut the air,
Pushing, driving,
Laughing, whooping.
Weaving, plummeting,
Flying high again.
A child and a dragon,
A rare thing,
A wonderful gift.