Flight !
On the mountain peak I stand, And gaze at the beauty nature has to sketch. I feel like a bird, free and unworried. Satisfied with the flights taken, Anxiously await the countless paths to tour. Sometimes lost a feather or two, ... missed towns a couple or few. Sometimes the winds were harsh, ... or the climate too wet. But the pleasant sun always made me push ahead. You ask, if ever I got lost, Would you believe if I said, "Of course, quite a lot!" No regrets, as I know the journey further awaits, I haven't yet seen my flight's strength. I am a bird, all I know is to fly, Come what may, I won't cry!