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 never ending flight, just the sky and me.



 Looking down Is another world not like here,



 Across the sky, not crowded with fear.


            Keith Garrett