ACROSS THE SKY


           I soar through the air up In the wide open sky,



            Just myself and some wings', we fly, and fly.



          So peaceful up here, quiet without many a sound,



       Feel like I'm flying to the sun, far from the ground.



          Clouds' are floating to nowhere that I can see,



             A neverending flight, just the sky and me.



            Looking down Is another world not like here,



               Across the sky, not crowded with fear.


                 Keith Garrett