Wings of Freedom

Up, up we go, on wings of white,

Into the sky, so blue and bright.

The wind whips past, our hair and face,

As we soar higher, with every trace.

The world below, looks small and still,

As we leave behind, every worry and ill.

The clouds surround us, soft and white,

A peaceful haven, in the midst of flight.

The sun shines down, warm and bright,

Illuminating all, with a golden light.

We close our eyes, and breathe it in,

A moment of beauty, free from sin.

The wind whispers secrets, in our ear,

Of places unseen, and dreams so near.

We spread our wings, and fly away,

Into the horizon, where the sun meets the day.

The flight, it ends, but the memory lingers,

A moment of freedom, that forever fingers.

We close our eyes, and relive the flight,

A moment of joy, in the midst of life.

-new king