Flight, and the Joys Thereof
By: Icarus Volare

Wind, flowing over my feathers
Nothing can stand up
To the immense joy I feel

The ground, miles below my wings
Hard, unforgiving
Is the wrath of gravity

Air, all around my sleek form
It is nice and soft
A gift from Mother Nature

Feathers, attached to my wings
Anchored in my back
Are providing all the lift

Muscles, small and powerful,
Thrusting the air down
Pushing me up to the clouds

Bones, honeycombed and very light
And yet strong as steel
Are all the machined girders

Tendons, like steel cables, are stretched
Between aluminum
Beams, ready to move them now

As I fly, I see many
Things, amazing things,
Things you cannot imagine

I don�t know if anything
Is real, but I know
That nobody believes me

It may only be a dream
But one thing�s certain:
Flight is the best part of life