Gazing from the windowsill

towards the azure sky.

The never ending sea of blue

that lifts the heart with joy.

Fluffy cottons hanging above

with feathered friends gliding across.

And that is when I wonder,

what it feels like to fly?

To glide across the blue,

to soar over the clouds,

to tumble freely in the air

and leave all stress behind?

A pair of wings to take me

far and wide,

I wonder how it feels like

to have two feet off the ground?