No clouds, just blue up into the sky,
Watch as one lone bird insists on flying high.
Flying low, then high, trying it's best,
Going high to beat the rest,
Put on your aerial show, get ready,
Get set,
Go.
Pause on roofs, soak in sun,
Be prepared for another run.
Take a breath, stop for one moment,
Wait, then jump, flap your wings.
See you get smaller, as you fly away.
No place to go, but up or down,
Try to touch clouds, then come back.
Glide upon soft warm breezes,
You see no clouds, just one thing,
The blue canvas of the sky.