Oh, to unfold glorious feathered wings of gold—
To leap lightly and softly as a feather into the air—
To soar through cloudless azure skies on waves of blue—
To swoop low and with strong beats of graceful wings glide upwards again—
To strain toward the blazing orange sun—
To touch the stars and bring within reach the moon—
To sing my song to the sky and shrill my cry with the birds—
but i have no wings, and i cannot fly...