Soar Forever More

We soar forever more in the high skies above,

Never caring how harsh like an ever fleeting dove.

A wind is all we need to help us on our way,

To fly around the world no matter time, place, or day.

Upon our ascent we gain a place of freedom,

Like an ever complacent child with a block made kingdom.

Across the skies we fly and take watch of those below,

And often we wonder; why their wings do not grow.

Often is the case that one needs the right lift to rise above all,

But everyone should climb together so as to not fall.