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