Bright Skies, High Flyers, & Golden Wings

To fly high we have to let go. Fluid in air pick where we flow. Where we’ll explore the pilot knows. High in the sky, we will feel free! Being above all we do see. We are secure over great seas. To fly aircraft is an honor. At high speeds is higher power! Spirit free Sol’s our employer. The best flights are bright clear blue skies. At high speeds the wind whistle cries! Free of our fears we cannot die. Cut loose & fly with pure focus. Around our soul space will compress. Those who look up we do impress! Some flights are for pure adventure. Some are to feel the sky’s texture. Some will be purely for pleasure.

Luxury flights fill us with joy! Sky diving we’ll feel like a toy. Safely fun our chute does deploy. Sometimes the skies aren’t always great. Some will look up, & will hate. Flying high can ego inflate. Storms may shake & rattle our craft. Flying for fun some think we’re daft. With fun flight attention we draft. Some flights are for enemy for fights. To survive these we’ve reached new heights! Bullets & missiles, light the night! To see sky fights people get scared. Most shun conflict so be prepared. Flight’s for heroes, not the impaired.

Dark clouds & lighting may rattle. Rain on our windows will prattle. Flight guns kill people like cattle. To fly jets can have its dark side. Some missions are to bomb whole skies. Sometimes to live, means that they’ve died. When flying look for the bright days. Our greatest memories will stay. To become full means you’re empty. Throughout our flights look for rainbows, the lights we look for do show. Flying often we’ll start to glow! Through heavy clouds we must be light. After darkness we’ll regain sight. Safe & secure skies become bright!

Most men have looked to the heavens. All’s possible start belivin. What’s been lost we’re retrieving. Jet pilots have ace oversight. Shooting stars we light up the night! Soldiers fearlessly fast in flight! Jets excel at reconnaissance. Helicopters are for defense. Our drones are great for surveillance. Paratroopers train for airdrops. Most pilots are always keyed up! Stealth fighters are for special ops. For our pilots training is fair. When in fleets our enemy scares! Burdens of life take to the air. Some men just love to live high speed! Others have roots like a fruit seed. All men have potential indeed.

Many get started for the thrills. These types don’t like to be still. It’s exciting, their high speed kills! Often we get fixed on the rush! Lost in velocity minds hush. Life’s anxieties speed does crush! Without skill they soar on wax wings. Like Icarus they become steam. Into jet fuel their soul does sing! They may be swift, yet Sol is most high! Sol’s lived each life through every eye. Sol’s always been & never dies. To fly high needs inspiration. Flight is a form of perfection. Each pilot needs true direction.

In the sky’s strange things we may see. Every event is meant to be. We may see things you won’t believe. Alien craft might leave you scared. Some might say your visions impaired. Holding your case must be prepared. To fly high is more than a gift. It means that your thinking is swift. Eyes on the skies & we’ll have lift. We will meet those who bring us down. To your heart they act like a clown. In our jet streams leave them to drown! Enter love’s higher dimension. Prepare for cosmic ascension. Truth will uphold our expression. Without love’s light we’ll expire. Others will choose to retire. It’s Life’s gift to be high flyers!

The value of flight is pure joy! Focus & free flow we employ. Sending a message don’t be coy. True flight is work of the spirit. If our hearts untrue we’ll fear it. To ride the winds we must hear it. We must understand a king’s weight. To move a king is to move freight. The loads some craft carry are great! Sol’s pilots are angles with wings. Moved by the spirit catch airstreams, made of pure love our vibes do sing! Lost in a flock we will be found. We mustn’t die, we’ll find safe ground. Straight like arrows life brings us round.

Some men’s spirits are like a birds, some are like parrots they love our words. Some have songs that need to be heard! A few are wise like the owls. Some, their songs will sound like howls. Those harsh have faces like scowls. We’ll find those, friendly like chickens. They won’t fly they’ll stay in their pens. Some like to brood, like mother hens. Many our songs always sound gay! We love to be seen in the day. These are like our Cardinals, & Jays. A few are born to be killers. Eagles, Hawks, Falcons are raptors, lives, lived alone we’re blood spillers. Exotic birds are wonder. We live our lives for our color. We excite with tropic thunder! Flamingo & crane frames are tight. Some birds have a mate for life. The most stunning are color bright! Some have exotic head crests. Every bird will hatch from a nest. Once we’re grown we’ll poof up our chests!

Our pilots are of like feather. Faithful we’ll soar through endeavors! Gracefully we’ll flock together. Each bird’s like the soul of a man. Pilots seem like the Earth’s bird clan. Works we do, is love’s perfect plan. In our flight to truth we should cling. By rainbow light beauty we bring. We soar high on love’s golden wings.